Linger, II: Poetry

He spoke, 
She was enraptured;
He told me his name,
She became enthralled

Mystery made flesh,
the face of Infatuation
walking towards her like fog

He lingered on her mind 
long after he'd kissed her hand
and said she was his shooting star

She stepped backward,
hesitant, nervous,
not wanting to be blinded
by the mist of His charm

For she fell too easily into love,
waking up frequently on the rocks
battered, tattered, and shipwrecked

Yet He lingered on the tongue
like a half-glimpsed memory
of what was Once Upon A Time

And She had only her Raven wings
as shelter if He decided to become
a Ghost of FuturePast...

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