She fills the room
With it the moment
She walks in,
Stark, almost deadly
Attractive
In those early days
When we did not
Know it was all
A shell under which
We had to guess
Where the pea hid,
A shell she shows off
Shining in the scalding
Sunlight, where we sit,
A shell, a hidden soul
That speaks of things
Heavy with implications,
Less in what is said
Than how,
And how she looks
When she says it,
Making an entrance
The way a shy
Movie star might,
While I stare
From my Harry Potter
Haven under the stairs,
Marveling over her
Essence, and the light
She shines when she
Comes to a room,
Transfixed,
Certainly enthralled
Completely ignorant
Of who or what she was,
Even later,
When I knew better,
When I touched the flames
Under this brewing pot,
I never ceased
Being amazed.
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