BUDDIES IN SPACE
I love my man. On this piece of velvet
what’s pleasanter than twinkly lights.
In my absence I don’t compare hot breath.
The blistering limbs keep plastering our
walls. Against this determination are
three. The mind’s the body, spirit too.
Soul’s irreducible. A finishing with the
quest for mastery in the pumping of iron.
My wish is the gods grant you a long and
happy, Thor 3. This was to kiss, salute.
Same to you sincerely, Atem bar Akatan.
We grossly ignored the doubts I told him,
my plan to teach. Without resolves or
resources, I told him, these asteroids
continue to whirl. Where they have limbs,
our pride’s bolts. Look from that porthole.
The spears of light that are thrown down,
ache in. Boisterous freedom’s my
only delight. Be loving you too, true.
Emblazoned on the foreheads were stars.
