somebody once described to me
a fiction where eyes contain galaxies
  
                        within them,
and it’s the stars that make them sparkle
when a smile dances across their mouth,

                       but in disbelief, I wavered
for the city lights always drowned out the stars

but your gaze caresses me
like I’m of the finest silks
                        and in that is a fiction itself.

all my doubts were smoothed over
as my chin was tilted upward,
and there before me were the galaxies
                        captured within your eyes.

The words rose to the
Tip of my tongue
Piling and
piling
up
Into a big, towering jumble
Of letters.
I opened my mouth, pursed my
Lips, and the words slid
Forward—
only to be pushed right back—
The jumble of them—quite
A mile long—they all went
Unspoken as I
swallowed them
Back down into the
Depths and recesses of me where
All those words—a huge
Pile—remain forever—
Quiet—I-could’ve-but-I
Didn’t—
    Unspoken.