It's in the 100's
humid
I still get chills
pipe-dreaming on an astral plane
your existence both my anchor and clouds
my horizontal body same as yours
simply in different spaces

Is my perception of you
the one thing keeping me grounded
or the one thing keeping me from finding solace
do I hope too much?
think too much?
idealize you too much?
I better bleach those deceptive thoughts
before they soak through and stain
like these sheets
I'm sweating

I blame my insomnia on the heat
on the 4:00 p.m. coffee, the late-night snack, the sedentary day
anything but my racing thoughts
gotta keep that engine purring
the emptiness of silence more frightening than brooding distress