I figure if the heavens are a screen

I figure if the heavens are a screen
just like my phone, where lights nimbly dance
a choreography, planets wander
in a space that understands their meaning;

where clouds gather themselves up in grammars
indecipherable, where systems fail,
water cycles trace the feeling of
a being housed in different containers;

then there is painted out a supreme work
that demonstrates something. I don't know
what it is at all, but my beloved

is a woman in whose breath I've stood,
is a person I've humbly unveiled
in privacy and without any thought.