Designing the Stars

    You take my hands and spread them across the night sky sending infinite ripples into the universe. You take my hands and spread them across the star-struck lake with the same effect. We can affect this place; put the still things into motion. We can see the wavy reflections of our faces in the water; our heads are surrounded by halos of light and diamonds. I stand on your feet and we squish them into the supple mud encircling the banks of the lake. I stand below you looking up, not sure if the light in your eyes is a reflection of the stars or if it is your own. Our lights combine, piercing through the indigo veil above us, causing pin-needle holes to scatter above us. Our lights trace the outline of the trees that grace the azure-violet washed landscape. We are impressionists, skewing lines and creating subtitles in our foregrounds. We are creators of this lost universe: piercing, skewing, spreading, standing.