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Mystic
It started casually,
Very slowly,
Spending the odd
Night in her clothes
On a couch in a
Corner of my mind,
Then into an
Empty room,
Leaving bits and pieces,
T-shirts and things,
Quietly, slowly
Expanding to a whole
Suite of rooms,
Now and then mystic
Past midnight visits,
Most of which
For some reason
I can’t remember,
Those I do are
Beyond words,
Recently she
Started humming
In an alcove in
My heart,
No worries,
It’s comfortable
Having the Goddess
Around.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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