Somewhere over the horizon stars collide. Exploding into pieces of fiery matter that fall into the atmosphere. Burning the grass it caresses. Watching in the distance The two of us lay blown away By the array of flaming gun powder Spinning as a tornado would, as it floats on the winds fingertips. Our attention broke from this display of grace, With the sounds of gunshots. We look into each other’s eyes, long enough for our lips to connect. The sparks that were in the sky grounded. The moment we touch.