Vigilent Mojo
I discovered the mystery
Of her painted runic stone
Immediately upon opening
The dainty envelope
She'd so thoughtfully sealed
With a Valentine sticker.
With comforting impact
It dropped unexpectedly
Into my conveniently located hand.
(Conveniently unexpected
And unexpectedly located,
With immediate and comforting impact.)
And in the moment of discovery,
I recalled the perfect sweetness
Of her Cheshire smile
As she stood self-confidently
On the sidewalk of the thoroughfare,
Like a danger girl who had captured
A spy boy's complete attention
With effortless persuasion.
That’s typical of her.
Does her mojo ever sleep?
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