A Linger of Fingers

A linger
Of fingers,
(Of her’s, on his).
She has no ring.
Yet imagination is
A thing
Not to be believed.

Was he
Deceived
By fingers
That lingered
Maybe,
Longer, than was strictly
Necessary?

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