if fingers could touch the points of light
if a finger could stretch and have a slight
chance of brushing when a sun becomes a star.
would there be music.
if breath breathed with lips, pressed
to the heavens could carry, stars on
new currents making galaxies harm-
lessly spin, in empty space.
would it be a kaleidoscope.
if we looked into each others eyes
seeing what stars we first saw, in awe
fingers touching fingers, brushing
until interlocked, lips so close as to
not touch but catch each others
soft shared breath.
would it again, be love.
Day 2 NaPoWri Mo prompt was Stars
