He was watching her against the diamonds above, her hair shining from the moonlight, dancing around her face. She was looking up at the star-drunk sky. He passed the last bottle left, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. From where they lay, on the hood of his hand-me-down car, they just might fall over the edge skyward into the black ocean that seemed everywhere. He felt inconsequential, and somehow he knew she felt it too.

But she felt anxious instead of that. She saw nothing but the sky, the stars that seem to invite her, the wind that blew the grass and carried the minty scent of his smoke after the cigarette was long gone. She stared up at the sky too long, she felt like falling in it. She almost felt it, when the wind blew and she shivered. It was like standing on the edge just before a fall. She wanted that feeling forever, brought the bottle to her wet lips, her eyes bright.

She was everywhere, his sky, and he loved her.

Beneath the stars, pleasantly drunk, their features softened by the moonlight, they were infinite in each other. It was more than love could offer.

08-08-11