Infatuation: Poetry


She realized that Love had
been a surface event
complete with a mental
paparazzi filing images
of every gaze and feeling

Scandalized,
She sorted through cerebral snapshots
with quaking thoughts,
heart scampering behind emotive stoicism
to hide the one thing that
could not be uttered aloud:

She'd sought the memory
of Herself within His embrace
as if it could resuscitate her
back towards a healed consciousness,
even knowing She'd still be searching
for that feeling in the end:

Infatuation.

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