his eyes were gorgeous.

no, really, they were

made of vapor and sun

waves, no matter how

dark they were they

still brightened up my

day. they were little

flowers in the center

of his face. they were

little bits of stardust,

draped next to his

nose. they were really

pretty. they were dark

like the cosmos yet

made my heart feel

so at home in a way 

that nothing in the

entire cosmos ever

could. they were

foggy from the years

of tears that had

threatened to push

out, trek down his

face until they landed

on someone else's

shoulder, becoming

someone else's

problem for the night.

there was something

natural about how easy

i could trust them,

how nice it was to find

myself in them, how

heart warming it was to

connect with them in

a way that could never

be separated from the

joy in my soul. his eyes

blew me away every

time i looked into them.