Day 12: “Veils”

Poetry

the end would witness wasted aim

but beginnings never reveal.

not all to be said nor all to be done

and never to carry sheer.

beneath the rugs and ’round the shades

is where their lust remains

but harbors such as these will never

sever out of shame.

with softened curves he smiles;

she blinks away sparkling eyes,

neither attaining suppression

of the swelling emotion inside.

all words but three are shared in

hopes the other could predict;

but this love wore a veil,

hanging between hearts like dark matter.

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