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.