Five minutes

It will be just five minutes,

I promise.

They will be enough to feel

the fresh kiss of the rain

on the ground.

I will steal a fantasy

from between the two

tiny swords

of the clock.

I will leave the phone

with its monologue of claims

and impatiencies,

and smoothly drinking the magic potion

that inaugurates my day,

I will try to decipher whys, whens and hows

to come to feel that

fresh kiss on my own skin

as if I were the ground

and you the rain, deep,

in me.