In the echo of nebulous caresses,
tears of stardust drift and sighs translate
gravity into the tenderness of infinite light. Each supernova
a vehement kiss, exploding between
the celestial's heartbeat and the moon's gentle call.
Like a quasar's pulsing whispers,
they share the paradox of quietly
sculpted worlds—silent cries bind
them equally in their orbit,
symbiotic worlds drawn closer apart.
Breathless indeed, we are reforming
the scattered meteor of desires lost
in cosmic seas, anchored only
by gravitational dreams that twist
love's eternity into a singular embrace.
As galaxies weave their ballet into
the tapestry of origin, so do love's hands:
omnipotent yet distant, caressing
paths unknown, leaving trails of celestial
intoxication evermore untouched. [Travel onward]