Her body is my Paradise.
She knows of its representations,
How it turns her innards outwards,
But she ignores its luminosity
For wary of delusion…
Her stellar positivity is the sum
Of my energetic allowances, so I know
Not of representation, not of her
Metapersonality, but strictly:


Her perfect coincidences, the unlikely
And virtually unreal features
That conduct my entire stupefaction,
That direct me to beyond humanity
And into connatural, essential justice.
She is all beauty, all light
Such that no extinguishing awareness might impress;
An invaluable expression of infinity
That is godhead worthy of worship.

To know Paradise is not to die –
It is to live by love.