They were blue.
Bright blue with perhaps a hint of grey,
Like a black hole into whose gravity well I was being drawn.
The room was thronged like a densely clustered asteroid field
Pursuing their inconsequential exchanges.
I, among them, at the edge
Unable to move
Seemingly trapped by a sort of imposed inertia.
She entered, a blisteringly bright comet
Spiralling in from some distant nebula.
As attractional relativity
Subsumed the normal gravitational pull,
The curvature of her spacetime
Drew me unerringly as a satellite into close orbit.
The twin blue stars fixed me into a stasis
Relative to this euphoric event horizon.
My tentative smile was miraculously mirrored in hers as
A virtual Dyson sphere established itself around us
Masking all external babble.
At the speed of light,
All the assiduously rehearsed protocols for first contact
Evaporated in the suddenly deafening silence.

“Hello,” I said.