His Call.
In the thick black bark of sleep a familiar image
cuts through dreaming's canvas
as his call imprints smiles on her first waking.
A new sharp taste of his virtual kisses relives
again her acceptance of fate as
bliss drips on surrender and nectar infiltrates.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Cor blimey missus its them saucy dreams of yours again making me spill my cuppa.
"bliss drips on surrender and nectar infiltrates" ... lovely words and then waking slowly robs you of the dreams reality..... grrrrr why do we have to awaken sometimes.... it would be blissful just to hovver in dreamland... but then..... who would tend the vegetable patch and pay the council tax..... call me killjoy.
So this beautiful dream of yours (and I know how beautiful such dreams can be) do you think he knows you dream of him..... do you think it's reciprocated..... such ideas are the fun of daydreams.
Ha ha - - only my vivid imagination at play dear friend........ ah - - so pleased you were liking the read so much you cuppa nearly went on the floor - - those day dreams are powerful at times methinks.
these words remind me of love, in the eyes of teen angst
when we tried to stay up, talking all night
wake-up with our mobiles
plastered to our cheeks or necks
and whisper
a tentative spluttering, 'hello'
then feel our face
heating crimson
at the sweet voice responding
'finally, thought you'd never get up'..
(before we have our latest
mini break-up, over who
was snoring loudest... lol)
a wonderful scene you've weaved in ink, dear Fay
thanks for sharing
You got the picture and more besides - thanks a load L.B. for your considered review of His Call - great that the read took you back to those hey-day times.
The never ending conversations that kept us alive
The interconnectivity despite so far away
Maybe the technology still kindles the flame
It’s a delight to read such a beautiful poetry dear Fay
You do my little scribble great honour dear spills by alluding to beauty in these few lines. Good that the read left you with memories my friend.
okay guv'nor he say's with a grin ... it woz me .......... luverly Fay n truly .. x
Thanks for the humorous review my friend - - - - - I know now the figure in that misty picture for the culprit confesses - so what more can I say - --
- - - methinks waking a dreamer with sips of nectar is asking for blame. Thanking you dearly for stopping by Nev and glad you enjoyed the read ................ x
This one grabbed me from the first line and never let go. AWESOME write Fay!
Ah - - am delighted you got a thrill from the read - - thanks a load Coyote for your kind comment.
Virtual kisses. Our virtual lives. Lovely words.
Your comment speaks volumes Rozina and thanks a load for your visit and read of His Call.
Very good words Fay, a person from the past has returned maybe.
Andy
You may be right on the past making a call in her dreams my friend - my fancy takes wings when I see images like the one above. Thanks a load my friend for your welcome support of my small efforts with words.
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