Monday, December 10, 2012

The curving path that the beloved takes

The curving path that the beloved takes
across the heavens, in the subtle and complex
patterns she traces. This knowing is a reflex
of a prior time, I see the leaves that shake

with moisture. When I'm asleep, she is awake
in the early morning hours. Her awful sex
deludes me continually, I measure aspects
and direct motions. The cycles that break

their patterns become signifiers. I become
an ignorant man the more that I seek wisdom
and light. The curving path that I've seen

is unreal. This heaven expresses a guise
of forms and shapes, of colors on the dome
of heaven that merely hint at a paradise.

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