White light whirled about me―handfuls of
her body underneath the sheer pink of
veils. Clothes covering my beloved's curves,
resembling foreign scripts, programs of graphemes
directing polyphonies. I was confused,
disoriented in a wealth of light
I can't make sense of with a hard science.
Signs on the horizon, the Moon's path
through the stars, the dance of white and red,
of gold and blue about the celestial dome
reveals a text. I interpret her
like letters on a page or words pushed through
a soft wetness of lips. The meaning is
revealed by the brief movement of her body.
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