It rolls downhill, gathering speed as it hugs the contours of my shoulders and back.
The quiet waits to be shattered by the sound of my AC
but instead it mocks me and the sweat continues to travel
Joined by its brothers and sisters, it becomes a river, raging across my skin
I beg the fan for some relief. It does its best. It’s not enough.
“Adam”, the pool calls seductively, “Come to me.”
A night of cool ecstasy, floating on a cloud
It’s worth the wrinkles that the morning will surely bring.