Celestial

Sometimes your eyes take the most intimate shade of hazel brown, the outer limits misted with this haze of forest green rims, that expose your obsessions and whims of love, soaked with competitive phases that make you this creature of infatuation and acumen, yet oblivious to poetic architecture sculpted from celestial perceptions of you, unaware of your soul syncing in cosmic flames coming through to the other side of my galactic dreams, provoking heat that melts away with vengeance. Sometimes your eyes watch and take in like eclipses, full of angry craving, then lighting up like stars dancing on dim nights, grabbing hold with mad grip, and culminating in ways invading but beautiful, like a tamed flame simmering in softest hand…