Just 366 hours to go,
(breathe)
and dare I quote the Goo Goo Dolls
and say
I’d give up forever to touch you?
I dare.
My boylust addiction runs well past any fragmented
perceptions of eternity.
I miss the weight of your limbs entangled with mine,
your guitar-string roughened fingertips,
and watching you sleep away
Sunday morning.