by Robert Seminara
(Los Angeles (the rehab letters))
I'm looking at your picture, your eyes looking back, as your soft smile touches them. It's quiet in my room. The pulse in me, louder now that our eyes have met. Blushing I look away. Still you stare on. Right now I have you, here in my hand, in my room and the world beyond could burn for all I care. Are you somewhere holding my gaze in your hand making wishes too, in your room, heart pounding, and a wind loud blowing the world away outside?