Fay Slimm.

Late Taste

 

Late Taste.


Shall we pluck the one chance
to lay aside single
for waiting surrender in beds 
of coupled extravagance 
where completion sighs ready 
for clandestine bliss
which sates forbidden yield ?

Shall we take flight, you and I ?

Shall we attempt the euphoria
of untried dimensions 
and find pleasured elation in
late taste of rapture 
that captures true satisfaction ?

Shall we make haste you and I ?