Desire

I'm lying on my bed. The rain has just started to fall. The humidity is sky high.

I'm lying just in my jocks. The air feels cold against my shiny skin, reflecting the glow of the TV, the only light on in the room.

I'm watching country music, a late night tribute on SBS. Slim Dusty on a lazy Sunday night.

It is still and hot, as the rain falls. Pitter pat beyond my open balcony doors.

I slide my hand down my stomach and into my jocks.

I remove it again quickly, when there is a close up picture of Sim's face on the screen.