Underneath

Was it her body

or was it her soul

the question on her beauty

remained unresolved.

For those who touched her body

never reached her soul.

She knew they were just there for a moment

As the nights would pass and the sun would rise,

she, too would remove the mask of her disguise.

She would lay there on bed with all her imperfections,

while they would be howling about the mysteries she chose to reveal.

Poor them!

She was with them wearing a veil.