At the Galaxy Cafe' she sat
alone,
her thoughts orbiting
the sun of her burning being,
moonshine skin luminous
and admired by a star
of his own show in the
corner, over by the
quiche and tabouli cooler.
Without warning, probably
something like how Earth
will be surprised one day,
he became a hot meteor
seeking its cosmic source,
and was suddenly upon her.
One deep look, then with a
kiss
they started a revolution.
Written for The Mag: Mag 155 that inspired with the above photo prompt (artwork by Joseph Lorusso).
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