183 or Textbook Heat

:Some time ago
:today
::I couldn’t sleep
:::Thought about our bodies making shapes
::::Hers twisted around
:today
::My breath was heavy
:::We could spell out the word
:::physical letters
:today
::::Draped off my bed
::::sheets piled by the window
::fell asleep
::dreamt about love
::the kind I don’t write about
:::::introduced myself at the bar
:::::not good at pick up lines
:tomorrow
::I dreamt it was real
::::handcuffed to my wrists
:tomorrow
:today
::I couldn’t sleep
what are the cliches about?
regret?
textbook sex?
::::::I’m running rampant
::in my dreams