Galaxies spinning across the veil
each enormous in itself
a million suns if not more
now combining separate lives

collision made in love’s realm
by consequence of crashing hearts
heavens blessed by fingers grasped
hands alone have made contact

the briefest nudge shook the skies
so much more than casual touch
a contact made that asked for more
each universe expanding forth

the outsider could not see
foundations shattered in response
with no reprieve for the souls
shook behind curtain’s shroud

disaster is not the term
now applied when little stands
by itself when two combine
tumbling down in unison.

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