Orion yearned those Pleiades
Dragged
In endless stellar chaste pursuit
Loved them as no mortal man
Ever loved a woman
Who ever caught one
Orion never had to gnaw off that starry arm
That held the club
To let her sleep
While he got out
The morning after
Orion never had to say,
“I’m going out for smokes
I’ll be right back,” at 3 am
When she said,
“I think I love you.”
From Poems of the New Old West
Copyright©2002 Jack Purcell
So Far From Heaven 
And with this post I learned that you don’t get to choose a publish date if you’re working from a draft. I didn’t intend to post two in one day!