Impossible Fusion

A Poem

By D351Published 2 years ago • 1 min read

Somewhere

In some language

There must be

A word for a nostalgia for the present

Maybe that's why

love always feels

A lot like sadness

I am forever

Too far away

My lips pressed to yours

Desperate to be your breath

To blend our atoms

In waking dreams

A lot like madness

Satisfaction

Can only evade

And our touches

Barely chip away at these barriers

Plumbing fathoms

Drowning deep

To finally have this

love poems

About the Creator

D351

trans manic goblin dream girl who chain smokes candy cigarettes and sings along to septic pumps

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Impossible Fusion

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