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.