Perhaps all I need a hard fought rain today. 

Warm air through my veins, 

forecasting it, 

they need the wet sensations. 

For you all the windows are open, 

and every benevolent dusts coming, 

they all come at once, 

but for you it’s open. 

When the drops would see through you…

I would see your nipples wet and pointed towards red infinities. 

A mellow butter…from behind I would hold those mellow butters. 

Rained distance in my living room. 

I wanted to give you my oblivious deaths, but you never took it. 

And now these November rains are all I left with. 

Take it and go away being naked.