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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Other · #1066269
An idea for a RAW poem based on 'bliss' that I decided not to use.
Dance of the Seven Veils

At end of day when dusk pulls us home
We meet and hug and shed the veil of workplace politics.
It slithers to the floor as we hug hello,
Kicked aside, ignored by our pup who is on floor patrol
As unworthy of her attention.

As dusk shimmers into night
we relax into our computer chairs
Sharing bits and pieces of our day.
We laugh and tight shoulder muscles loosen.
We are ourselves with no masks.

Veil of night shimmers with stars
peeking through the skylight.
Light shed eons in the past lights your face
And I see your heart.

Clothes land where they are dropped,
Unnecessary trappings of a practical world.
You push my hair out of my face saying
You want to see my eyes, my essence, my soul.

Blankets kicked off the bed,
Too warm
In the heat we create,
Sheets too confining as we shed our inhibitions.

With absolute clarity,
With nothing but heart between us
We meld covered only
In sheer bliss.

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