“… 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 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. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.