Close Comfort.
With zeal I reach for your core
in my dreams.
Love lifts you each night-time
into my keeping.
Conscience floats weightless
and I being certain feel
your desire.
Yielding to you is not a burden.
Holding you soul-close I yearn
for our union
when true amour shall survive
with nightly revival.
To thrive love fears no partings
and refutes goodbyes.
So for now my faraway-dearest
put words to use
and breathe your close comfort
into my heart.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments7
So simple and sad.... love this....
To the rifleman in the trench,
Longing for home,
Sweet words to drench love,
Through artillery churned loam.
This is such a beautiful calming flow of words with saddness. Comfort. Great write Fay.
Beautiful Fay, jus beautiful.
A fine write Fay.
A quite beautiful expression of love and longing for re-union.
"Love lifts you each night-time
into my keeping" is such a loving line.
Into my fav's this gem.
your one
in a million fay!
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