now
Orion is leaning
his fist to his bosom
a blossom of stars to me
and we are
graceless and fading
our words are like kissing
our breathing like lithium
wide yellow morning
the stem of your belly
up again down
the tripping arrival
stunted and bygone
hard to rely on
you are beautiful beautiful
painted in silence
umber and recklessly
you are beautiful beautiful
framed in the half light
mumbling mumbling
we are silent pictures
Fairbanks and Pickford
we dim and we flicker
in our cinematography
we bare ourselves quietly
this is our history
you are beautiful beautiful
painted in silence
umber and recklessly
you are beautiful beautiful
framed in the half light
mumbling mumbling