I am waiting for a storm.
\nSomething to break the monotony.
\nA bow of red on the radar.
\nBehind it calm.
\nBut wildness in its face.
\nThe clawing of arms,
\nchasing little creatures into holes,
\nbirds shivering on their nests.<\/p>\n
Pulling the clouds apart
\nstitch by stitch,
\nunraveling the bed.
\nA howling drunkard at the door.
\nWhat my blood needs,
\na hurricane inside me,
\nto go out slapped and pummeled,
\nfeeling life well up
\nin a gargantuan fist
\nwith death as a partner.<\/p>\n
And then,
\nwhen it is over,
\nexhausted,
\nfeeling the calm fall of rain
\non the ruins,
\nhear the whispering of water
\nwashing the street.
\nThat\u2019s what I want.
\nThe rendering of this
\nhumid lassitude,
\ninto a tart juice
\nfalling inside me,
\na cherry,
\nsour,
\nwith its hard pit in my mouth.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am waiting for a storm. Something to break the monotony. A bow of red on the radar. Behind it calm. But wildness in its…<\/p>\n