I want to watch the stars
dancing in your eyes
as each colour
of your complicated iris
collapses onto another
the stars regroup as constellations

the constellations guide me
through a lonely winters night
as I stare up at the moon
and hear your promise
that stability is coming

your eyes
the colour of cold sea
draw me closer
i think that they are the sea
I am likely to drown in
and watch a curtain of bubbles
*pull me under