Fay Slimm.

Bliss

 

Bliss

 

Intoxicated with evocative love,
and heady rapture,
ecstasy truly captured our every
exhilaration back then.

Fermented in thrills we became
effervescently fueled,
and felt love mercurially entering 
high dimensional levels.

Galvanized by euphoria prized 
times when desire flew
heavenward our gratified rapture 
bred true satisfaction.

Enchanted halcyon hours gave
volcanic abandon, now
memory\'s only begotten wish
is to resurrect gone bliss.