First-Timers Poem by Fay Slimm

It was a gold-leaf of an evening,
seeping its sheen above and between streaky lines
of sinking gilt clouds.

A mild and forebearing gleam
over-filled lovers' beginnings with exciting notions
of rush into searing emotion.

Clad only in hope, soulmates
overnighting became first-timers amazed at rise of
awesome desire for oneness.

Hazy maybe but we, guiltless,
came to seek love in abundance under a paradise
quilt if only for one single night.

Sure flight from fantasy occurs
only when seizing the real and we left behind all
pretend-time by the morning.

I remember Adventure Island,
and back in refurbished heat, rubbed with sweet
mem'ry love is burnished again.