Fay Slimm.

Our Poem

 

 

Our Poem.

 

Two sitting on dry sea-sand

muse on love\'s pull yet

cover true feelings

with flippant asides as doubt

begets more goodbyes.

 

Chances fly by while unstated

delay waits in the wings

and decisions waver 

with action-less silence that

feeds on snatched timing.

 

Gone now the wishes to end

the illicit and chase living

with heads bravely high,

dip feet in deep waters and

face needs of desire.

 

Not forgotten the wiles of

shared and shy feelings

that if but spoken 

would have made our poem

rife with potent rhyme.