The whole day, the whole night, we circle each other round the flat. In the heat he is on the couch and I sit at the table. I slouch on the bed, wrapped in someone's arms, he stares from the doorway. I stand by the window and he is at the stove. I can smell what he's making, he can smell my shower-fresh hair from across the room. He is in the bathroom in his towel, I am at the sink with my toothbrush. We are going out.
The hot night blows in from outside and then it stops. We shiver, he is in front of me, I am in front of him. Close. We don't touch but his skin is there, my skin is there, so close. So close.
Someone else comes in, the room is unstilled. The air moves again, I breathe out and someone's arm comes over my shoulders, leads me away. We circle.