Fay Slimm.

The Journey.

 

 


The Journey.

 

I saw him again just prior to summer.

Allure shook itself teasingly
out of his smile.

I silently almost expired as he sauntered
towards me

with ill-concealed macho-ease

which pulled me bodily behind him into
the coffee-shop.

I stopped to repeat
under my mantra-soaked breath \" I can,
because I think I can\"

and the love-trap cell door snapped shut.

(to be continued)