plastic stars

Two people are lost in each other —  stargazing.
She tries to mark every part of him to memory; every star that forms the constellation that is his face.
He searches hers, until he finds twin suns
and
instead of smouldering in the heat of their gaze, he is enveloped in warmth —
Two celestial bodies become one.
So lost in the orbit of the other that the high ceiling of the heavens, dotted with those plastic stars, is now forgotten.