how infinitely hers, i am

in a field of lovelies
she is loveliest;
like all the pretty flowers 
to the one i gathered; like 
all the pretty flowers 
to the one i gave her, 
to the one she held on to

in a sky of lovers 
she is only.
spring, fall;
my fears were dressed for winter, 
she undid them like a warm summer 
never have i been so bare 
and never have i felt so pure  

when i see stars 
their staggered entrance into night 
like dim lit hallways, 
then brilliance; 
it is as though, 
they 
had hoped to remind me
how infinitely here and 
how infinitely heavens', 
they are

when stars see me 
my crescendoing reflection in the mirrors of her stare, 
i 
hope they are reminded 
how infinitely here and 
how infinitely hers, 
i am