Assuagement

Imagine frenetic sex with my love’s passport stamped 

to excess assuagement; not that its likely unless we’d 

agreed to abandon pretence - easier for me to dream 

than defend indulgence so blatantly eroticised yet I’d 

be by inherence of fantasy eulogised - so the idea’s a 

grand scheme believed to have ‘faraway’ origins in its 

supposed reality, a history of imaginary conveniences 

indulgently redressed as to be instinctive tendencies 

Now the state of play pales palpably - no way there’ll 

be presumed pertinacity over a sense of fair’s fair - it 

will take more than leery suggestions where my idea 

of what’s great makes headway, and I’ll likely rue the 

day I realised it was only a dream; but we needn’t be 

distressed in sanely waking to that rationality 

© 29 January 2015, I. D. Carswell