Fuse & Mold
I wonder if we hold hands long enough will our hearts
begin to melt and fuse and grow bearings that are anchors
to each other. Will I understand why you’re always watching the
corner and will you know how to calm me. Can I reach your
insecurities and treat them with care as they shrink and our masses
combine to melt and fuse to finally feel all of you and align dreams
the way we are thumbprints.
I want to love you the way I think you can love me
when I lock eyes with you and create endless parallel beams of
magic and forgiveness. We are sick from realities and abandoning
expectations will merge our desires until you can’t tell us apart only
to be seen as the two to be envied for they are fearless
and in love and dissolved into one another.
For their eyes create laser beams and their fingertips
This poem is now available on the Fuse & Melt Short Sleeve, and print.