The Veil

You know
What the face
Of things must be
Underneath
The thin veil
That separates.

And though
Her hand touches yours,
The veil
Keeps you worlds
Apart,
But you know.

You see
Only her eyes,
Worn a bit
Around the corners
But blue,
True blue.

And she
Dances for you,
A belly dance
With hints
And twists
And blind alleys.

Then the veil
Descends
Like a feather
Shaken off
A molting
Bird.

The face
Of things
Is different,
Much different,
From all that
You know.