Besting the Best.
Those crackles from wood on after-work
fires are warmly relaxing
as is the swish of home-winging birds or
rain on panes making a splash
or Summer's light murmur of night-wind
passing thru slumbering trees.
and what of those
somnolent tocks after slow ticks of my
grandfather clock
or the continuous sizzle as near boiling
my kettle sings on the hob?
None of these soothing rhythms ever
come near to besting the best for me
as sounds most precious and gentlest
are low whispers of your satisfied sleep
and slow breathing, next to my breast.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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My dear Fay,
What an amazing poetess you are!
It is such a pleasure to read your poems. This one brings out the best of memories for me.
Thank you for sharing.
Laura🌻
Thank you loads for this truly kind comment and generous support for which I am really grateful dear Laura.
A bestest poem Fay!
Glad you thought the read bestest and thank you for saying so Orchi my friend.
Now this takes some beating .. but rest assured we both know it can't be .. x
Diluted you liked it - (that's more than delighted ) - -- and bestest of thanks for your very kind compliment..........x
Wonderful words and sounds Fay, especially the last one.
Andy
Man thanks Andy
'Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,'
(you spoil us dear Fay
a lovely read, thank you!)
An endearing addition to my few lines of gentle erotica dear L.B. and thank you most kindly for dropping by for a read.
taken from john keats, 'bright star'
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