Filament

I can hardly breathe in my days dream,
pressure on my chest and below it,
lost in a daze while the day nags above,
I’m capturing the last fragments
of that tiny love- hold me, fever-
sweat and heat, hand and tongue,
warmth, the color of you shines deep-
deep and dim, a soft luminescence,
I move under your weight,
but I crave your heavy essence-
woken to the illusion I play,
traffic, in the car alone…
but the moon is high, and I’ll soon be home,
and dreams are real, until once more
the filament I cast is connected to yours.