His Talisman

''I'll be coming to see you again this week'', 
he said 
when they were about to part.

She was still dazed and hazy
disoriented
and a bit undone 
from too much lovemaking
after their first weekend together.

She didn't have time to analyse,
rationalise,
ponder over things
or think about anything remotely related
with a continuation of all this.
She was too busy
drinking in the sensations.

But he said he'd be coming over...

She looks at him
''Yes!'' , she hears herself saying
grateful,
ever so grateful 
he wouldn't let her miss him
or wait by the phone...

Then here he is again
this time in her hometown
car wheels screeching,
car window rolled down,
flashing his gorgeous smile at her
and that overwhelming sensation of joy
tells her, 
beyond a shadow of a doubt,
that yes, she missed him so!

She greets him,
gets in his car 
and as he is driving down the road 
he shows her:
a long strand of her hair 
tied around the gear shift
like some kind of magic ribbon
or talisman of choice...
''I found it in our room when you left...'' 
he explains, almost coyly.

Then her heart swells with emotion
for that rare treasure of a man.

''I have always been a lucky girl'', 
she reminds herself
mentally grinning from ear to ear