your love is like the first rain after a decade-long drought
something so awaited yet something so dangerous
my soils are no longer used to the moisture
your affection causes destructive mudslides
i would be okay with at least a drizzle
just to get me ready for the storm
you're a tempest in the shape of my most private desires
ravenous and unforgiving
my cracked ground can't handle the diluge
whatever vegetation had persevered is now waterlogged
the tears that stream down my face
feel alien to me,
my lacrimal ducts having been unused for so long,
but i can't stop weeping
after all, there is no such thing as tears in the rain
tu amor es un diluvio
