Presnce
She's always leaving,
ever returning.
If She stays a while
the heart gets too dizzy,
the mind spins away
becomes a sparrow in Her eyes.
Goddess? Who knows;
'God' is just a short-hand word
for nothing explicable,
however she is faithful
as true as the sweetest kiss,
it is only I that flirts with my
own unreality.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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