Infinitely Unveiling the BrideA Poem by Onoma
Plenary veils...infinitely unveiling the bride--
her face will never be seen...ovoid porcelain, angling candles...upon a UFO alter. The relentless Hand that grasps and lifts her veils...has seen her face, and kissed her lips so many times--that her infinite unveiling is love's facial regress...a deathless imagining made real. Konstantinos Mark
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Added on October 12, 2012Last Updated on November 28, 2013 Author
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