and you were, to me, a billion stars,
flashing three trillion light-years away,
untouchable light that was cold and clouded
by the space-dust expanding, off beyond Mars
and Jupiter, spinning an enveloping web
into a blanket to cover my back
from the harsh wind that comes like rivers in the sky
that, like your gravity, flow and ebb
and carry forever your ethereal power
past moons and galaxies and burning suns
until reaching my lips where you fill me with
the universe