Clandestine Biscuits.
Such a day
with the sun smearing
gilt over smudge-grey cloudburst
he first held my hand.
Such a feel
of glad surrender
weak with belief in fateful
attraction to each.
Such a time
when togetherness
heedlessly discounted sense
for satisfied need.
Such a thrill
to recall the laughs
and forget happy can dry
as guilt ferments tears.
Such a while
since lonely got fed
with clandestine biscuits yet
still has no regret.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments3
Good write Fay.
To seize those momentous experiences of your life with such happy abandon is exciting, exhilerating and treasured forever. I think those clandestine biscuits are the most delicious. Such a great poem my friend!
Ahhh, such is life .. but sometimes ..
how perfect her ink flowed on the occasion of her poeming this whole series of occasions .. x
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