Eventually.

When sweat drips
It drips a milky salt
Down your back, flickering
Down your back, condensing
On skin. Waiting for a tongue
To flick out, lick it up, mould
You into shade. Light miming
Through the window. A face looks
Through the window, eyes gleam
As the sweat falls down your back.
Eyes watch as you spread your legs
Wide, in front of the fan. No knickers.
The breeze entering you, caressing
The breeze controlling the cooling force
Of heat. Furnace evolving to a snow-drenched
Cave. Sweat begins to freeze and the eyes
Turn away. Digust. As the breeze brings to climax
The lonely night, as the sweat falls down your back
As the fan whirrs, as the eyes turn away and you see
Finally.

by Jade French
Photography: Nastasia Alberti