he was never one to be lied to
too keen for missing information
broken patters and rounded figures
so when we spent that night together
in his pilot's cabin observing venus
i had to tell him everything
thirty years later he's older and rounder
the brigadier of the same old boat
orbiting planets close to the sun
still replaying the night in his mind
memories saturated in deviant desire
for the boy he could have loved for life
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