Past the veil where moonlight dies,
I breathe your name—no more disguise.
The dark I wore, the mask I kept,
falls away where silence wept.
Touch my skin, the past is burning;
every sin returns as yearning.
At the edge we learn to fall—
no second night, no curtain call.
Kiss me now, the lie is broken;
truth is sharp, and softly spoken.
Beyond this heartbeat’s final beat,
we are one, and incomplete.