On Velvet Revolutions

Havel
writes
speaks,
the words,
razor sharp
cut the Iron Curtains that fall
like velvet
off a lady of the night.

soft velvet
cushioning the earth
with no wrinkles
no dust,
dark,
revealving the naked truth
of making love
to a young free spirited woman called
Liberty
who guides with the lamp held on one hand
yet
chokes with her own selfish desires with the other...