Under a brilliant, southern sun,
up an undulating, mountain road,
in the relic of a historical outpost
[summer's awakening]
outside the small, a-frame of a quaint, country home,
before long awaited nuptials,
after loss sustained by natural disaster
[gave birth]
just beyond,
a border -
arbitrary, human lines drawn
across divides
[to chance]
twin soul stars converged
a fateful, gravitational pull,
brought two independent galaxies colliding
(one the sombrero,
the other a spiral)
centripetal and centrifugal forces produced
a vibrant smile, a twinkle in the eye,
Orion's bow striking Cassiopeia
directly in her hardened core.
It was
spontaneous combustion.
As friction builds,
heat ensues,
tension climaxes,
pressure erupts
and a new universe unfolds.
Evolving woman,
revolving man,
their cyclical, eternal dance
around that great fire in the sky
persists.
