You gaze upon the horizon
Squinting your eyes, trying to formulate if that is Orion
Abruptly, you come to a realisation, it’s an astronaut saluting you with appreciation
He sways gently as if he had wings; of colour crimson.
Which reminds you of the human blood, that’s when you thought it was safe for communication
The astronaut was beyond classification…
An alien in disguise, yet the last emotional response that shot in you was discrimination
You gaze upon the horizon
His hands stretch out for you, now you are gliding next to the moon
Passing by a sequential pattern of stars, you feel affection
The astronaut wonders in his mind, so he asks you a question
If you’d like to have an astral dinner in space, he flashes a coupon
Inside you: it was definitely a new found admiration
Squinting your eyes, you try to formulate if that is Orion
He gestures in an etiquette manner towards the dinner, you were shocked by the familiar organisation
The two of you begin consuming Orion