Chat up

He sits at a table opposing her,

angled, on a late night train;

chatting about his music scene

and a dream of becoming a star.

She sits opposing, strokes her hair,

leaning, on the long diagonal,

for a new tune on his headphones

and a dream of becoming a star.

Higher, higher stars alight,

spun and pulled by unseen force;

circling nodes,

flinging their mass,

radiating heat,

fusing; before they explode.