I can watch all this from my window.
It is warm in here. This is
a safe place. The rain cannot get in
here, no harm can touch me in here.
But sometimes I wish I went out
in the rain and let my body get soaked
with the heavy raindrops on my clothes
and skin. I wish whirls and cold winds
whipped my face and flogged my hair.
Darkness all around me. Fear. Nightlife.

But here inside there is only tranquility,
the room is artificially lit and
there is not a single corner invisible to
my eyes. Everything is square or rectangular.

I still wish I had all that rain
over my body, mixed with blood
and sperm; I wish I had to run
with no goal, just for the sake of
feeling those drops battling against
my body and then my effort to keep
my eyes open despite the liquid covering
my eyelids.