Veiled
My spoken truth, to you, a sword
Cutting, slashing the delicate cloth
Sewn loosely around us
Threads fall like autumn leaves
Tears drip with every syllable
Staining the earthy hues
Your shield is dented, but thick
I beg of you to lower it
To see your veil
You edge backward
Pulling the fabric
Tighter now around my wounded heart
The words cannot be swept away
My sheath discarded
Our love, indeterminate