two caramel bodies on cream sheets, the tin fan cooled the sweat which settled on our quivering skin and in the yellowed room, we lay like silent whales on my parents bed. she softly clicked the fingers of her right hand and i listened, vacant but thankful, breathing the thick heat. eyes half shut and heavy, the patter of her soft skin left a thick rhythm lingering. i thought about reaching over to feel flesh but my eyes dialuted into heuy tones of the room and i resigned to the constant flicking. it was just too hot, so i drifted.
