Wow, when the muse starts pouring inspiration into you, she really pours it into you. This is the poem that arrived in my mind this morning.
The Veils Between Lovers
A dance of the seven veils
Between me and my lover
The first veil is resistance
Resistance to what we want
Resistance born of past heart break
The second veil is fantasy
Dreams about each other that
Neither of us can fulfill
Veil three is reticence
Another type of fear
Born of previous wrong decisions
Veil four is misunderstandings
We misinterpret each other’s actions
And throw up the veil for protection
Veil number five is self doubt
Are we really meant to be?
Or is this just a fleeting moment?
An oasis along the journey to our true love?
Are we really in the clutches of Circe?
Or have we found a lasting love?
The sixth veil is fire and fear
It throws up a last, hot, burning wall
To test our resolve
Many lovers never make it to veil the sixth
They give up,
choose another dancer
The seventh veil is sweet surrender
The last diaphanous barrier between us
The one that holds delicious restraint
And when it is cast to the floor of the bed chamber
At last we lovers can be as one
Lost in each other’s loving embrace
How many times have I danced for my lover
And left still draped in veils?