Salt sweat eyes
Blistered feet
Fraying threads of sanity, in blistering heat
Nervous sweat, sweat sweat
Stress sweat
Head in my texts
On that night out
Dreaming of early ones
And late ones
And lay in ones
Head on a pillow, you behind my lids
A nearly held hand, bare sandy toes
A gut curl sickness
Who are you with
Someone’s gotta give
No miracle, more mirage
Not my blackbird

Way too free to be with me.