The Lionheart

to be experienced in accompaniment with a Theremin, mid vibrato, or not at all

All I did was CuP my Magical and Majestic left hand,
in perfect imitation of the bowl section of an upright spoon…
and your gorgeous face Exploded
into a Springtime smile of wonder.
But, it doesn’t just resemble any old kitchen utensil,
oh no, this one’s special… if I tilt it this way a-little,
you’ll see that the silverware has actually been stamped
by Richard The Lionheart himself,
and now you’ve moved closer, how delightful.
If you place your sensitive fingertip inside, yes, just there,
you’ll feel that it’s still slightly warmish…
that’s from where a small ‘Daydream’ curled up
like a tiny, cute-as-fuck, baby fawn, aww,
to rest in-between ‘Thought’ and ‘Action’,
you smell absolutely lovely, by the way.
Yeah, it is smooth, isn’t it, you are correct, my dear,
it’s almost like mercury would feel if it wasn’t such a Bastard
and insisted upon running away all of the time…
I say almost, because I (As in Me) cornered a drop once,
and I felt rather let down, truth be told,
especially after heroically conquering
the impossibility of the situation and everything…
although I am quite prepared (See!) to admit
that sometimes I might just place my expectations slightly
at a greater height than I should do…
yet, I forgive myself, for I am mostly ‘People’ after all…
yes, good idea, let’s share your wine gums
I’ll have a red and a black one, both together, right now, please.

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.