Mild Mistress

Washing back again our last drink of fanned flame.  Fortune was silk.  Something fastened under missive silt.  This writ on wandering spreads.  Understone.  Fasten eight. Long lines stretched, stacked, sliding or stinging or striding on fan deck.  Understone.  Old age marble, ash, pyrite and black glass, the smell of sulphur.  On dream scans of tension, lines fastened.