NDJ:8 Patricia Raya

Lifting the Veil

Eyes drown in tears of sorrow
Fears of another tomorrow.
He stands strong In the story of night
Full of strife So little so bright.

Through the dark matter
He carries her forward
From the hardscrabble dead space
Of those who say
She does not matter.

He carries her forward
From the hardscrabble dead space
Of those who say
She does not matter.

Memory and tune remain a felt vision
Skin against skin
Wet upon wet
Dancing, sticking, parting
Without regret.

Stirred in the direction she must go

He reflects unflinchingly
That which he knows A
ll that enslaves her, maims her, claims her P
arts never told.

In the darkness of denial
She is lost looking for keys
Under his lamp-post she opens
And is set free.
Entwined in a dare

Flesh laid bare
Night hearkens desire
Burning heat and melting fire.

Touch untamed
Tango is the game
All must play
To survive the pain.

Cross the threshold
They let go
Surpassing those
Who say no.
Dawn arises
Wash the dirty of night
The veil lifts
Slowly she faces that which is bright.

Until night repeats
Cracks of light she greets
The underworld awaits
Secrets aroused and the smell of sweet
Deep in the underbelly they shall meet.