Sweat
And we sat, in the room with a shy light
peaking at our bodies. Beads of salt water
trickling from your back. It use to be matte.
Bits of muscle stick on to your spine, but I
can still place my fingers in the gaps.
Soothing, back and forth. Your skin feels
like home. The bones underneath feels like
fervor. Luminous sienna specks in your
eyes scintillate. Sweaty hair and stick up bits.
Scrunched up lips, a smile in the corner.
The bed feels warm, but you are warmer.
Ear against your chest tells me that you
feel the same too. And we sat in the room,
with the fan roaring admiring each other’s
sweat.
