Maybe (a quadrille)

If only for one night

we had discarded religion like clothes

counted each others’ ribs,

run our hands over each others’ scarred hearts

read verses to each other from our scriptures

thereafter buried books that divided us

and saved us from religion

maybe then…

Written for dVerse. De says:
Put your heart into it, and pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word heart.