Fay Slimm.

Nostalgia

 

Nostalgia

 

Oh for a yesterday
when moments of lavishly ripe
excitement flew
late sails of intention to make
rainbowed horizons.

Where rich and expectant life
cast new-told signs,            
when readiness held matches
to smouldering fires.

Oh for that yesterday
when racing, desire sped from
tight-fixed moorings,
left tracks of habit and entered
receptive conclusions.

Two stars plied without fanfare
      solicitous dishes,              
filled with delicious prospective 
of the unmissable.

Oh for a taste
of sated aliveness where covert
changed the forbidden           
into excitement gilding passion 
for yesterday-thrills.

When love lustily climbed aboard
for one more chance 
of unexplored rapture we created
nostalgia to last.