Fay Slimm.

WITH YOU.

 

 

WITH YOU.


Was it the early-bird flutter,
the before dawning pleasure of waking warmth
that reminds me best of last summer

or was it
those breakfasts with you ?

Was it the burgeoning fruit trees
of well laden apples greening to red which we  
constantly shook that reminds me

or was it
those breakfasts with you ?

Was it the sight of colourful blooms,
or the late evening tide\'s race up quiet coves  
or dancing in sand to favourite tunes

or was it
those breakfasts with you ?

Was it the smell of mushrooms fresh
from the field and frizzled with yesterday\'s
left-over toasted bread,

was it being caught out in the rain  
or our sudden peals of laughter or the ideas

on world events we exchanged 

was it love\'s willing refusal to lose
after dual confessions that I most remember

and our passionate displays of proof,

or was it
those breakfasts with you ?