Fay Slimm.

Sweetness.

 

 

Sweetness.

 

I see

butterscotch evenings,

red sky honied in creamy sunset,

last light\'s toffee waves

as sea\'s olive coverlet changes

to caramel-sepia.

 

I see

twilight\'s blush streaking

dun-dusk with striped humbug tints,

 candy-silk cloudlets  

sinking in remembered cherry-lips

as dark lights long-ago scenes.

 

I see

treacle-soft secrets       

sealing shy kisses and zest trying

each treasured offer 

of nightly concealment, eagerly

stirring crystallised feelings.

 

I see.

chocolate-smooth dreaming

spicing beach-vows and re-living  

now youth\'s nectar-need

roused is my sugar-fix while tasting  

again first-love\'s true sweetness.