Fay Slimm.

Recalling

 

 

Recalling.

 

I daren\'t stop recalling

the way we were.

 

We lifted the tightness  

of age-convention

and fled to the informal.

 

We laughed at

life\'s blatant nod toward  

autumnal romance, 

we set all restraint loose 

and as more care

opened doors for taking

life\'s offered pleasure  

of love\'s new sensations

we stirred up bated

passion by gentle yield.

 

Time\'s passing has made

satin from cotton 

placidly satisfied weaving

now pallid and gone

that ready fever of fullest

acceptance will

not be ever forgotten for

I daren\'t start to

recall what we once were

without teardrops 

reviving every height 

we discovered.

 

His love won mine

in those silver-gilt years.