Cradled in each other’s warmth,
with not even a keyhole
for Winter’s cold winds
to draught through.
Melting Welsh Shirgar Butter
upon Bara Piglydd (Pikelet) hearts.
Tender as the back of a earlobe,
soft and delicate
as the top of inner thigh.
All is warmth and comfort,
within these Castle Walls,
constructed of protective shoulders,
and outward facing backbones.
Circled in upon themselves,
they speak in close smiles,
and womb-float, together,
in natural rhythm
… to the beating and pulse,
not of war drums,
but, of the passion and security
of their Granite Bond.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer, who’s currently up to his elbows in Magic, and long may it remain this way. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.