Hiding

The feel of my sweat trickles down my body Like serpents evading and merging with one another they slither down my neck searching blindly with their tongues as they reach down my back Returning to the pores of my skin as others descend to my legs 'till they evaporate into the air their lifespan is repeated every time I feel you nearing Hoping to go deaf to the sounds of my own heart for each beat, my body ripples as a lake disturbed by the morning rain causing the fish to swim sporadically, crashing, creating waves hoping that the movement is imaginary so I can be unheard to ears other than mine My eyes take pictures of every movement shadows overcoming each shot darkness overwhelming since there is no flash courage is lingering, or is it curiosity? May I be allowed to see more? More than through the slits across this door hopefully the light is gone, how much of night can I prolong...