Nature unfolds like an angel's embrace
And the sky fade in your infinite eyes.
We can see the universe from here,
Touching the last remains of Earth's
Melting frame.

I always told you there is no heaven,
Only nebula rings in cosmic strings.
Look, love, at the dying of the sky,
At the acid-green arrows above our heads.
Aurora Borealis.

Someone brushed the moon with sweet butter,
Making it glow like a baked cookie.
It looks so tasty now, I want to devour it whole,
As the warm wind carries its smell
Through our dying atmosphere,
Into my lungs.
I will never reach it.
The moon digests itself.

I do think this moment is perfect for romance,
As the gates of the cosmos open before us.
And now that nature unfolds of its grip,
I'll hold you instead.

And now that everything spreads and stretches,
We're shrinking even more, together,
Yet alone.

And what is left for us but love?
I hold you close to me.

The moon has stopped eating itself,
The universe is still.
They're observing us so carefully,
Almost fearing what is real.

And in this crossroad of their stares,
Just like two magnetic fields,
Your lips consume mine,
While my heart freely yields.