Six score hours
In six score hours
we will finally kiss
for the very,
very first time.
Our mouths,
and flesh
will eventually meet,
although our hearts
entwined long since,
with magical words
that flew through space;
love at the speed
of light.
My soul gets erect
every time
that i think
we will kiss,
in six score hours
3,639
it is 3,639 miles to my heart’s desire.
i would walk every one of them to be with her.
i would crawl every one of them,
happily,
on all fours,
over broken glass,
for a single kiss.
do i exagerate?
maybe.
it would have to be two kisses.
the square root of 3,639 is 60.324124527
kyle mew 