Fay Slimm.

Fused.

 

 

Fused.

 

You and I, long ago unfastened the bodice of
stiff convention,
trod down high fences of weathered tradition
and we galloped happily bare-back

on imagined kisses.

 

We stole a march on time\'s attack and found
nectar seeping thru\' holes
in establishment\'s mantras, we flung open all
barriers and danced as we sipped

clandestine\'s song of bliss.

 

We feasted our needs on what was forbidden,
exposed as false gloomy
predictions and severing any worn-out words 
on restriction\'s ticket we boarded

the love-train to destiny.

 

Fused into one you and I un-caged a fated
contentment that
given free rein seized rarely-used chances
and though now out of physical reach

somewhere your spirit rests.

 

Only until we soul-mates next meet again

and I know we will.