Uncrossing Stars

He loved her in all her chaos,
her beautiful life source energy.
Tears stumbling down
the galaxies of her cheeks
from the black holes of her eyes.
Word comets crashing from her mouth,
striking his red heart planet,
getting rid of old life
and creating new life.
She was his Big Bang,
but still left burn marks on his soul.

At night, they would drink whiskey
to gently uncross their stars,
and bring their universe in order.

All was fine.