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.