My heart clicks on and off, a sacred searchlight
Sweeping the skies for your spark and your light
Until our X-ed rays meet in a singular spot
The way stars press their faces against the glass,
Mocking the world with their peculiar taunts:
Here we are above you, pure and pristine!
You below can never wear our radiant gowns,
Trapped in your tragic habit of being human.
If only you and I were perfect, untouchable, one!
The rest of the world would be nothings and no ones
–Only we two in the immensity of space,
Locked alone in our looking face-to-face–
Not even minding the other stars’ conversation
Arranged in their envious constellations.