Staring at each other, awkward and confused.
Our eyes shifting, not knowing what to do.
We get close and then back away,
Feeling alone, but obviously astray.
Our hands intertwined, not caring about mankind.
We close our eyes and our Galaxies Collide.
The action quick, the feeling never ending.
Once Again, staring at each other, not awkward nor confused.
Our eyes locked, knowing exactly what to do.
Our hands intertwine, not caring about mankind.
Not feeling alone, nor astray.
And once again, we close our eyes and allow our Galaxies To Collide.
I suppose this is a Pt. 2 to “Stars Above”