Love Of 2 Novas Poem by Delilah Miller

Implode, sizzle, then simmer.
Oh, how I wish
this was a game for both saint and sinners.
Off balanced, shaking, then slip.
If only the night I shined
had come with a shinier tip.
Clamor, sobs, then simpers.
The noise and the acapella
that lingers still sounds, growing all the dimmer.
Two countries abhor to overlap and adore to float.
Who let one lamp's puddle mix with another?
Two stars are never too close.
Like us, pearly smiles flashing at each other,
One will always burst with power, while the other devastates its shimmer.