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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