Fay Slimm.







When at last his boat harbours

ends anticipation.


Cargo of un-tied togetherness 

waves as it vibrates. 


Bales of unloaded sensation will 

strive to be tasted.


Pay-loads of waited-for nectar 

sit ready for later.


Passion survives only if often 

 its action is savoured.


I know boarded fervour when        

beached must be bated.


Hatches down-closed signal         

mate is impatient.                


I can\'t wait to un-bottle and  

sip all his hot freight..