“… Be Tender But Not Gentle” She Said…

Wow, I just felt myself curling-up
in that slightly embarrassed,
pink-rose blossomed smile, with you.
I’m all fingers and thumbs tonight,
and my erratic mind keeps tripping-uP
over its own enthusiasm and excitement.
Sure, open the window a touch,
being able to breathe again
might help with the dizzy cartwheels
disorientating the emotional minefield
I’m traversing, full-steam, towards you.
Good, you’re back… hiya…
look, see, this warmth rhythm’s tingles,
and the Sun doesn’t quite set…
it more quivers with anticipation
upon the pulsating, burgundy horizon.

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.