Another sonnet: "the specialest"

Another sonnet.  I have to increase my pace, because these are always fun.


the specialest


At times it seemed that my horizons were
unbounded -- possibilities immense
and beckoning, as if my strengths were far
enhanced, creating an ingrained intense
conception of my brilliance. Yet the star
I followed shone with what I knew was her
innate spectacularity -- inside
and outward, naked or engarbed, the same
to all of those who worshiped her, so when
by fortune we commingled in a flame
of passion, I engaged with what all men
desire -- an affirmation of my pride
within her joy, delivered and received,
contained between the cries that we believed.