Window

They say that the eyes are the window into the soul.

If that's true, I desire to transform myself into a tiny particle of light

Will you look at me my love? so that I may be pulled to your eyes

and slowly look through and stare at the vast beautiful

chaos of broken stars that lay beyond the glass.

I want to open your window 

and travel freely into your soul;

leaving my fingerprints on the glass,

basking on your sights, drowning in your 

the very things that you see and have seen.

Close your eyes my beloved, and 

image the beautiful stars on a soft summer night

that we may take a stroll down your fondest

and deepest memories together.

Hold my hand and allow me to see 

the silhouettes that are still lingering

in your eyes before you closed them.

Lead me to your most neglected areas,

so that I may start bonfires all throughout.

Let the giant blaze awaken your entire cosmos

with heat and light, so that we may dance around the fire together.

No need to fear getting burned my love, because today we celebrate as

we combust into an alluring star of light, burning into

a captivating disarray of broken chemicals, pieces of hearts, and

shambles of nightmares. All the areas that you never tell anyone about.

The areas you think no one will love, but that I find fascinating.

Let's plant a love seed in the fire, made of

the universe stars and galaxies

so that every time you close your eyes

and dream, you can learn to love all your parts too,

even the broken parts. I want you to feel the 

echoes of the eternal twinkling stars lovingly

allowing me to show you what I love about you.