the use for veils.


Up a staircase

Winding round

I say nothing

Eyes Wide Down

Powdered footsteps

Open like gravel road

U say nothing

No breaking the moment’s hold

Asbestos powdercase

Eyelashes by Mold

We touch fingertips

Sudden. Bold.

Crunchy black taffeta

Shiny Patent Waste

Bodies; barely bent!

Still not visible-Our Haste

In & Out, Up & Down

Marionettes sans strings

Softest crunch-Open, Shut!

Scandals that lack the obscene

Little shake here-Angry jerk there

All back tidy and well

Gilded stairwells; Empty Rooms

They don’t kiss-We don’t tell.


~thefirstdark, c.8/2014