Fay Slimm.

Newly-Felt.

 

Newly-Felt.

 

Festooned in non-expressible

whispers of More

an anonymous force brews

wine on dregs

of untasted happiness

while pain pierces absence 

of contact-addiction.

 

Cocooned in ruffles of waking

love-scape pleasure 

arises to galvanise dreams

of sipped penetration

to feed mind with Maybe

as mutation begins.

 

Pity the state of reshapen

distance which

contracts and withers 

when half-hearted 

grows wings and starts

to implode.

 

Sparks like stars

light the way to move

mountains

for newly-felt love.