Behind a cumulus veil
She bats a shy eye downward,
The twinkle there foretelling forbidden fruits
That lie beyond the cloudy curtain;
A wry grin, a glaring grimace,
Possibilities seem endless
Where mystery mars the honest truth.
A northwind blows and peels away the shroud
To disclose yet another.
The cirrus cloak is thin
But conceals her nature,
Revealing the reluctant radiance of the female form.
Her vestal visage casts coy glances
Across a thousand worlds
To a thousand pairs of eyes
Too far away to touch.














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"In thoughts from visions of the night, when deep sleep falls on men, Dread came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake."
Job 4:13-14
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