How lyrically beautiful,
and tragic,
the ballad of binary stars,
engaging the rogue symmetry
and slow-burn turns of a lonely ballet,
two stars,
gravity-bound to one another,
sharing a common orbit,
an elliptical intimacy,
yet never touching,
a via negativa
of grace at play,
a magnetic flirting
of blown charged kisses,
and radiant spread
of bluehot wavelengths
that leave ghostprints
on their asking voids,
and in those rare exceptional
cases where the binaries do merge
and conjoin,
Eros explodingly ensues
in pooling corteges of light
and gospel,
testifying to the magnifience
of stars in love,
in the whitehot throes of cosmic lust,
colliding
once
and forever.