You are the blazing stars in my eyes,
And your constellations stick like gauze to my eyelashes.
You seem to be countless many lightyears out of touch sometimes,
But you are right here,
In the two heaven-stained windows
That you look both into and out of.
Your supernovas blind and char me from the inside,
For you are much closer at hand;
You are caught in the universes of my eyes,
And you orbit my wandering wayless soul.
When I gaze upwards,
I see what can be found between the spokes of my sky-kissed irises,
And in the perpetual expansion and contraction of my black hole pupils,
Which are hungry for your light.
You are never far away,
You are inside of me,
Galaxies spiraling at the centre of the lucent orbs
Through which I see All of You in All of Me
No matter where I look.