Fay Slimm.







When at last his boat harbours

ends anticipation.


Cargo of un-tied togetherness 

waves as it vibrates. 


Bales of unloaded sensation will 

strive to be tasted.


Pay-loads of waited-for nectar 

sit ready for later.


Passion survives only if often 

 its action is savoured.


I know boarded fervour when        

beached must be bated.


Hatches down-closed signal         

mate is impatient.                


I can't wait to un-bottle and  

sip all his hot freight..



  • Accidental Poet

    Don't forget to put out the "Do Not Disturb" sign. Well penned Fay. 👍

    • Fay Slimm.

      Ah - Too true A.P - -she certainly should do just as you say when that boat comes in. Glad you enjoyed the read and thank you for dropping by.

    • Neil Higgins

      Last boat from me,was North Scotland to Shetland 🤢 I could not quote wonderful poetry you write here Fay,as I kept focussing on the wobbly horizon.
      Climbs out of orchestra pit "lights please"

      • Fay Slimm.

        Oooh that boat trip must have been a bit rolling and rolling for the sea around Shetland is anything but calm - - beautiful when you get there though Neil..... thanks for stopping by my page for a read today.

      • L. B. Mek

        of unloaded sensation
        striving, to be tasted.

        of waited-for nectar
        sit ready for later.

        Passion survives, only
        if often
        its action is savoured.'
        wonderfully vivid, dear Fay
        there's enough sizzling sensuality
        in your poetry, to cause
        global warming, all by itself... lol

        • Fay Slimm.

          Ha ha -- your final statement set me chuckling with its ready wit - - thanks L.B. for your visit and such an encouraging comment.

        • Neville

          if you know summat he don't .. you better just send him a note ........

          can you not sea, nautical naughtyness does it for me ................................... tis luverly say's this reluctant land lubber ... x

          • Fay Slimm.

            Ha. - well - am sending that note though I know nowt what about and am seaing quite clearly
            that you mon ami must like the nautically naughty in me - (secretly chuft but nuff sed ).........x

          • dusk arising

            Well rip my nets on rocks if this aint a saucy missive. She cant wait till she surfaces his trawl and empties the goodies from his cod end. (All good trawlermen terms you understand).

            Now I know why sailors and fishermen walk with wobbly legs.

            • The Uneducated O.A.P

              Naughty boy, lol

              • Fay Slimm.

                Am still in stiches after reading you comment on my little nonsense today dear D. - -- your wit is just what I needed to know for I wondered how the piece would be taken - great that found the read entertaining. Hey and hanks for the info. on wobbling sailors.

              • The elder poet

                A ppem that shows love and wanting. But never saying the words.A very nice write. Thank you Fay for sharing.

                • Fay Slimm.

                  Ah -- I am delighted you enjoyed the read my friend.

                • The Uneducated O.A.P

                  Enjoy I did, lots,

                  • Fay Slimm.

                    Then good on yer me hearty as they say around here - - thanks for your visit OAP and of course for your lovely comment

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Beautiful imagery seen in your words Fay.


                    • Fay Slimm.

                      Am so glad you enjoyed the read. Thank you so much for your continued encouragement dear Andy

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