Site icon A Hundred Falling Veils

First to Let Go

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.

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