The Junction Tile Factory (Cemara) Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

rain pins the void
the water stirs the night
thunder rumbling all pinning chaotic desires
the trees shed their leaves

the wind blows to the crown
cold seeps into the giddy soul
body flowing with salty sweat
asphalt has black ink on passing vehicles

the junction of the tile factory I contemplate in the heavy rain which is dizzy as sweat drips down my limp body

I want to crush the woman next to me
I want to invite him to chat in the quiet rain
I want to let go of her passion in the moans of spring
Mature girl with elegant feeling is amazed by the trickle of dripping water