Enough

Won't you tell us the truth
lift the veils,
layer upon layer,
until you reach the very last,
almost transparent
but for the glamour of gossamer
that you think protects you?
Even this
must go.
And there you will be,
Naked.
And then, when our eyes meet,
there we will be,
so alive the angels will shiver,
tears and laughter
indistinguishable.
Only this
will be
enough.

Zoe Weil, 2000