Must you wear these veils?
each one I remove
reveals another,

are you lavender and silk,
dancing in another love?

and why should I write
for you
long dead:

your eyes reflect the candlelight,
and are brilliant with the fire.

another veil removed
and still I cannot see you
drunk upon my wine stained couch,
and you hurt me
when you turn away,
why do you touch me
in that way
when the night wanes
and dawn touches the Sky?

Another veil removed,
and your lips touch my pain
pale skin
colored by the tapestries
reflecting the newborn light,

and another veil removed,

you are dreaming.

Remove no more for me.