coalesce

this is the same as it always was
to sit, to try to wonder why, because
we were made to coalesce,
and when we did, became this mess
entangled in a quantum affair
me over here, you over there
listening, but just passing through
as though the words were far too true
seeing, yet looking past
the image small but much too vast

so this is love, a leaning tower
the sweetness of, or bitter, sour
precarious but is resolved
pure sexual yet so unsolved
fragility of cosmic scale
still, stars and strings begin to pale
for dreams become reality
and every possibility
when caught, those eyes in transient glance
to take that kiss would all, perchance

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