Yield.
When hearts have mingled
in clandestine passion,
when lips have surrendered
to whispered asking,
sweet words are remembered
but never forget
that promised dependence
yields place to debt.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: June 10th, 2022 02:48
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I yield, and give in, surrender, lay down my life (no need to go that far, you're just being a drama queen, says Fido!) and say:
Good write Fay. Not that anything was stopping me saying that in the first place. lol.
I am honoured dear Orchi and over whelmed - - - thanking you warmly for this fun- comment on Yield.
I bow before thy mighty pen dear Lady Fay .............. and true .... x
Some sweet memories here - especially when there was no promised dependence and so no bitter after-taste!
or at least we hope, so
but
even in that hope, their
is yield
and as for debt, until
acknowledged
only exists, in our
rear view mirror realities
while we
were gifted our own two feet
to traverse our fates...
(wise words, dear Fay
and I'm drawn to that image
especially its horizontal, significance
'equality' as a life policy
to love's empowering
shared-independence, mentality)
thank you!
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