She is wrapped warmly around one leg and the electric fan
blows coolly on the other, like a lover. I am sweaty, sleepy,
Her head exerts a steady pressure on my chest
and I'm sure she can hear the slow
of my heartbeat
I want this moment of wordless closeness to be extended forever.
The fan moves in a semicircular arc
and with each sweep it makes a creaking noise, which I've
only just noticed, an insistent, metronomic creaking.
individual hair is lifted up by an invisible finger's caress. Creak.
My leg becomes almost imperceptibly warmer as the cool air is displaced.
My whole being is tensely concentrated on
the deafening creaks and I would like this moment to stop.