let our galaxies
merge into an infinite mess of collisions
of constant mess-ups and supernovas
orbiting around each other in
a playful dance of flirting
stellar collisions occurring with every brush against each other
with every word exchanged
paired with blushes and bright smiles
paint us the world of our souls
covered in stars of the past, dimly lit but still holding on
and ever-growing with the stars of the future, brightly shining with freshness
hesitation allows quiet hearts
to flourish in adoration and appreciation
suns swelling with heat
finally,
lips meet in a display of shooting stars
and fireworks dot the skies
planets collide in a massive merging
of universes and love