Fay Slimm - The First Time.

As the strip of fire edges its way
Over the backcloth of night's dark bay,
And makes horizon afterglowed
With sunset's bed of reds, echoed,

I think of the first time with you.

As the while collared waves, washed clean
And unrollling themselves, give meaning
To romantic scenes as this, gliding
Atop waiting sands, shyly uniting,

I think of the first time with you.

This rope of togetherness might
Well snap under stress of being too tight,
So must be loosened, yet until then,
As I feel the bond of need again,

I think of the first time with you.

Fay Slimm

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