You tell me my eyes are full of shooting stars
Zipping around,
Prancing like fawns, shimmering and pulsing
Leaving stardust deposits to escape through my tears instead of salt.
But no,
They are synapses
Little lightning bolts that flicker
Inside our brains when we think
And mine shine kinda bright.
They never end, they never cease
They love to dance in my irises,
Kiss my pupils, tightrope across my optic nerve
Fill me with verve and energy
And I think it spreads to you
Yes, I feel your heart thrumming, drumming
Against my skin, the best bass
When you hold me,
But you are a lullaby
You are a cradle, my eyes are not full of stars
They are not ladles of galaxies
Pouring into yours, they are endless
And filled with electricity,
And your eyes are no different
And I think that when our eyes meet
Our synapses do, too
Because they are the same
They are, "Wow. I love you."
They are the colors we hear in music that are invisible to everyone else
And the sounds of a radiant sunrise
And how love is made of shining emeralds or maybe gold
Our thoughts are the same
We are cloud to cloud lightning
When you look into my eyes
Zapping me with energy
Like sticking a fork in an outlet
But it fills you with utter amazement and awe, not death
And keeps your heart beating stronger and stronger
Our eyes reflect our souls, I know
They are made of similar threads
I see the energy, I know it is there
It strikes me when you look at me
When you smile, when we hold hands, when we kiss
It never misses, like a thought
Leaping from one neurotransmitter to the next
Our brains are the same, my love
They are works of art
They are thunderbolts and aurora lights dancing in the night
And a web of stars and nebulae
Don't you want it to forever be this way?
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Jars of Stars
LosoweThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
