Two people, standing in a puddle
Of concrete. Transfixed to each other
In eternal gaze. They lean and brush the air,
Never able to reach out and touch
Arms, eyes, hands, lips.
They move like dancers, feet solid,
Eyes turning their feet and raising them
Above the earth. They lean and touch
Arms, eyes, hands, lips,
In eternal grasp.
You crave eternity, just as all humans do.
Crave a touch, crave atoms clinging to atoms
With ethereal power. A boundless ocean
Of sky greeting each touch with a starlit moment.
One for each star in the sky.
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