midnight, on a weekday

humidity and rain a sticky combination like flames of passion inextinguishable no matter how hard it rains, the fire burns on and on, the rhythmic pitter-pattering on my body, inside, I smoke, water resistant to your proposals to enter me and live your desire for a baby is transparent in an instant I see your unmet infantile desires in your eyes, in your demeanor projected onto me, just because I won't and you said you only wanted a mattress pump I know you lie to get inside I set you up in my back hallway went inside my space capsule trying to ignore the pounding on my door.