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author: marco
categories:
- Months in the City
date: "2005-01-17T05:01:37Z"
title: june
---

sitting on a starry night  
 high above my windows  
 watching all those stars  
 quietly go round.

 now how often did i sit on the hill  
 on the green or grassy buena vista  
 looking up the tired and trite signs  
 of centuries of yore.

 beam me up, antares!  
 my guiding light of dusk  
 and wrestle with my loved one  
 for the privilege of blood.

 beat me up, polaris!  
 you fixest of the suns  
 and cure me from my gaze  
 straight into his eyes.

 and yet, remembered is the order  
 the lines so well redrawn  
 the meaning once so certain  
 is quickly now withdrawn

 did i see his smile shining  
 painted by arcturus?  
 did i see his hands running  
 on my chest, or vega?

 little by little  
 the lonely stars  
 fancy being my lover  
 at least a portrait.

 who needs the hunter  
 when i am no more prey;  
 who needs the scorpion  
 when i was yet stung;  
 who needs the lyre  
 when love was sung  
 a million times before?

 who wants the eagle  
 if my thoughts can fly;  
 who wants the twins  
 where two is one;  
 who wants the river  
 when all is gone  
 that flowed one night before?

 little by little  
 the glorious stars  
 dance along together  
 a hundred brand new signs.

 and while i smile  
 the whirling balls of fire  
 hum along about  
 coordinates of love