prurient intentions
the laugh streaks by
only to slam into fury
a virtue less novella
exquisite anguish
that she is
beating the self up
behind a weary heart
truth wonderful truth
send your sweet elixir
out to buy some band aids
to cleanse the cuts and bruises
and then gently patch them up
the day is too short to harbor
a grudge against the
night's barely disclosed
happenings
'Pressing The Veil'
we curtain further
the things
we don't wish ourselves
or others to fully see..............
(Sept. 8, 2008 1020 pm)