The night covets you,

folds around you like a quilt

tucking you in,

the stars lying beneath you like I do. 

We press closer, touching timelessness–
totally, an interim of entirety

whole unto itself, needing nothing else.
Absolute with perfection

You merge with the sky.

It takes you in, absorbs you so completely,

every time I whisper your name

another star –the brightest star appears

that others may see you,

know you as I do

and claim you as their own.

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