She danced on the fringes of moonlight, stars twinkling in her hands. The moon sat atop her head in a Milky Way diadem, night sky clouds drifting through her eyes.
He stood at the edge of daylight, molten lava flowing around him. Mountains formed behind him, lions stood beside him, sunlight shone from his eyes.
Their hands, lips, bodies met in the dusk. In that time when the world is neither day nor night. Neither hers, nor his.
And to this day, those that looked to the sky swore they saw fireworks.