The earth moves around the sun at 67,000 mph.

Since you began reading this
we've travelled 36 miles
through the cold, black void of space

together.

Know then, fellow traveler
that this is why
I love you.

For the millions of miles gone and
the millions still to go
we were, are and will be bound
by this shared vessel.

The void holds tight to its secrets.
I will hold tight
to you.

Now bold to keep hold
of child idle wishes,
when in all a boy's life
the bliss is true with kisses.
Verbose promises mostly misses.
&
What is corporeal is made real
in beloved eyes' appeal
yet just one is giving real deepnesses,
heaven half realized in their weaknesses.
&
A young sunken heart congeals.
Framed in little honest pictorial pieces.


(Can you see the furrowed brow
Consternation crinkles his babyface)
&
No kisses but fish lips in wallet sized b&w
No love lost boys of Indian summer nights
I see with my mind the questions wade
Discovery of Why oh why
“Kawawa mo” sadly see it on his face.
&
In wallet sized black and white, kids in
Photo booth time machine, young trysts
Proof of life, fake smiles in matte finish
Click click flash, wishful first kiss missed.