Stepping Across Your Threshold

I smack the nervousness sideways
by rhythmically, Gypsy-knocking
my knuckles upon the polished wood.
The door swings wide open,
with the force of a thunderbolt,
and I am punched in the senses
by far too many homely smells,
sights, feelings, and intoxicating vibrations
to be able to respond properly
to your welcoming, tattooed arms
with anything but a naughty, schoolboy smile.
A fraction of a second to take it all in,
before we are neck to neck embracing,
and your friendly, musical “Awwww”
erupts from the flower garden
of your warm-as-toast, and good-as-gold heart.
Then, by the hand, you almost drag me
with a “Come In, You’re Late, You Wastrel!”
And here we are now, a couple of hours later,
sat by your dancing, little fireside…
and the world has revived from flatlined once more.
The energy coming off you is like
wing-beating dragons setting light to the horizon…
as I make stories up out of smoke-shapes,
whilst you laugh and call me gentle names.
And I shudder with momentum,
as I briefly close my contented eyes
to nail this memory into my fit-to-burst soul.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since.  His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ published by Close To The Bone Publishing is available to purchase right here Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.