Diluvial

I am
this sweaty flesh,
I am all the reflections in the thousand droplets
and more: I am the back
wet like a leaf.

And then
I am also the bare chair
under an old porch
out of the rain
and soon I become the wind
that empties the sky
in the brief time of a thought.

I unload my rage
after I drunk it
like a glass
of easy water,
I flow like fluid in your veins
and I lean
on your weak spot.

I soak with me and my blood
your land and your house,
I downpour into you
like a dirty day.