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More poems abut Orion!

Orion my first love is always high

When the days stoop short and crooked. When night

Paints itself in deepest blue across the sky

I look to the south for his three twinkling lights.

Things fall apart, the center cannot hold,

But the only rage left in me is soft

And shivering. Braced against the growing cold

Until star boy reminds me: not all is lost.

He is the utterly gut-wrenching feeling

Of my first love. He is the emptiness

Of the after. He's the captive appeal 

Of my love's lips before we never kiss

I look south past the horizon to find

Three gleaming stars and all I've left behind