Not being able to be

Not being able to be in the presence of the one soul that feels like home, is very vexing to my dismay 

The sheer aspiration and yearning for our bodies to intertwine

Would be better than one’s wildest dreams

Words could never advocate the interdimensional call

Your essence has over me

It’s our own type of magnetic pull

The absence of your touch 

Feels as if I’m floating through galactical faults

I weep in the longing for you 

And that’s when my tears seem to fill up the universe

Leaving behind puddles of salt

That could be mistaken for meteors