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.