My veil is torn: Her anguish raged
Staged years of unfulfilled desire
I’m reaching out to your grace
Faced with whatever meets the eye,
Died at the crossroads of understanding
Our time transpired yet isn´t due:
To truth we fled, succumbed as one
Numb, our minds
Of wars not ours to fight..
Do know I’m guided by the light
Reflecting in your pace
Traces of crystallization
Behold: read my lips, not my attire!
For I am in the words spoken through me
She’s made it to the threshold
-Where you found me, bare to the bone
But bathing in delight.