Mon pluie femme...

Why do you come?
At odd hours some?
Don't you know dear
How much my own fire I fear?

Last night
You came like a drizzle...
That was somewhat tolerable...
But now...
Like ...
Le gel douche...
You me bathe...
Just
Only you can...

Is it right?
O femme fatale mine?
To cause such
Hit?
When I am on the street...
And when the road long is creeping towards
The horizon?

Why do you come?
In ways such...
Le gel douche...
Bathing me...
Taking me
To such a height?
That I have no wish to have anything
But with redness on white
I just keep flooded my heart with gigabytes
Of writes...

O!
How you me ignite!
O!
How you pit me with mirrory fight!
How I die
Losing senses -
On wet carpet
Of trance...
And then
O you
Rainy dame
Resurrect
Me
From ashes...
Like a Phoenix...

And again
I dare
To fly...
Bereft of all
Bare...

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