WN

It's the white noise that disturbs me.
The soft buzzing near my eardrums,
it sounds menacing. It's
so low that everything else
sounds loud,
an exaggeration.
A distant laugh,
carried by the air through open windows
and over rows and rows of balconies
with roses and magnolias.
Fabric,
gliding down skin,
leaving it bare,
hair standing on attention,
electrified.
A gulp, 
the slow turning of the neck,
fingers brushing away hair.

Breaths,
getting irregular and

more.