The god boy on the computer

who will not age fills my thoughts

& hides behind my eyelids.

His drawl in a masterstroke

that paints my soul;

leaving me breathless,

deathless,

alone & restless.

His photo-ghost-ic image

haunts my hard cock with explosions

of color vortices of negative spaces that

I will shade with the words of my yearnings.

His life is brilliant & devouring & 2 months

younger than mine.

The same in age -

The nothing change -

The Nathan of Shane -

The verse -

my refrain

that whispers in my dream of

this man...

Dream of him...

Dream of my friend.

- For Shane -