Fay Slimm.

Revived.

 

 

Revived.


A lust full of Karma passed

and eagerness lessened.

The honey- moon of strong passion

a weaker light shed.

Love turned to pages of lies until

cage ajar the bird fled.

Revived was intent for new appetite

and gone was pretense.  

Lit again female eyes felt inner hunger

which quenched neglect.

Prized then the nectar fired by another

with not an inch of regret.