I did not know
how many veils
I had hung between
you and me.
What were our chances
of kissing through
all those folds?
And now that they
have started to fall
in a silken swirl
at our feet
oh the pleasure
the terror
oh the pleasure
in sitting here
in the center
of the room
with you
so nakedly.
A good inaugural poem, very revealing:>) I like the way the veils first mentioned imply so much more complexity, then, of course, the stripping away, the “silken swirl”, the “pleasure and terror” and especially the repetition of “pleasure”.
And thanks for the link, and the ever insightful readings.
If I was there, I’d break a bottle of champagne over your computer.