“his adonis”
a young man keeps his eye to the glass
telescope akimbo, aimed at neptune.
he waits patiently for his Adonis,
his scorned lover who will kiss him no more
with silent lips
with tired hands
wrapped around the young man’s face
with thumbs in his ears
so the young man won’t hear the screams from the paradoxical book
on the pages his Adonis scrawled.
for star crossed lovers
burn like fire
and collapse like comets.
-m.i.b.











