HNT: Thirty-five

I shed the veil
Of the past, of the wounds, of the limits that once contained me

I shed the veil
Through the word, through the deed, through the expression of my desire

I shed the veil
To embrace the mind and the body, to enfold the woman rising up inside me

I shed the veil
From this skin, from this flesh, for the man I crave to kiss and hold and taste

I shed the veil
Every moment, every day, every month of this past year

I shed the veil
For me, you, for us, my lone and collective witness

I shed the veil
On the femme, on the vamp, on the minx, cheeky, dark and light

I shed the veil
I shed my veil
And at long last
I am released, recovered, reborn

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