Magical Transgression's Poem by M. A Heathcote

Magical Transgression's

The workings of the world are mysterious.
Every thread feels close-fitting or is about to break.
I remember your lips, the scent of your perfume.
The night we got entranced and entangled
And slept under the same roof
And gazed at the stars from the same veranda
Ah, how my mind would wander.
At each improvisation, each accident
Surely this music is magical.

The essence of this life is a fairy tale.
A destiny of fulfilment or near disaster
Should I fear eating its fruit without introspection?
I felt confused and at the same time, relaxed.
These workings of this mystery evoked satisfaction.
On the inside, and at times became visible on the outside
Maybe a passing stranger would suddenly stop.
And smile like we knew each other,
Like we were once friends in a past life.

But now look, I've taken you for a lover.

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