you buff the sky
and its chunky clouds
just to make it into galactic vows
for a split second you replace every bit
of cushioned decor into a exuberant screen:
all the meteor showers
kaleidoscope sunsets
solar systems
galaxies
wiped
to project
a quasar cast
a best-thing-ever blast
a point-of-no-return voucher and
all that glitters is not gold it's your smile