Fay Slimm.

Need.

 

Need.

 

And the moment dawned when need

shattered convention

danced on wrought patterns of

unspoken intention

and we gently kissed.

 

And the time for yielding arrived,

steel clamps receded

and colour invaded dull monotone

as love\'s lamps lit shadows

in folded lives.

 

And warmth of affection started

new fiery sparks 

while unused satisfaction

crooned forgotten ballads

to lonely hearts.