Antigravity. (Cosmonaut boys made of comet tails)Your hand used to travelacross the constellationsof my skin, leavingcomet tails itried to catch inboxes; you alwaystasted like decayingbuttercups, sicklysweet and dyingfrom the sun's rays. iremembered yesterday thatyour eyes werelike twin moons andwondered why theeclipse had not yetpassed;where is your crateredsoul my asteroid boy? isit lost searching thecosmos for antigravityso you can finallyfallfree?i hear yourvoice when the lastbeams of light touchthe horizon and wonder ifyour orbit willbring you back to me,or if you'resimplylost in space.(the universe within,is too vast for the universe without)