Film Stars Don't Die in Liverpool
Even in the sun-basking-shoulder-kissing-butterfly days,
There is always the fact
(that we are loathe to acknowledge)
The the skin your lips are touching
Is barely holding together a fragile bundle of nervers
We call a human.
Be gentle then, when questions come,
Because in the clear of the night,
(when the makeup's wiped off)
You'll have to remember it all.