We, Nocturnal

by Paul Tristram / August 30th, 2020

Sweet, nervous, encouraging kisses
… careful upon the wet cobbles…
we shift from shadow
to underneath each overhang,
when the full Moon
owl-blinks, solemnly,
as the Milkman rattles bottles,
in a far too careless
for the delicate wee hours, manner.
Continuously switching
from ‘Lead’ to ‘Follow’
in dark, romantic enthusiasm,
we’re weaving, around,
and, between things,
naturally and clairvoyantly.
The Gateway to Sanctuary can… wait,
as I hurdle, then catch
you as you fence-drop
into my, made-for-you, arms
… and then we’re away,
leaving only the slightest,
nimble-underfoot-grass-rustle…
to where the Oak Tree
grows young again,
and both roots and their branches,
entwine, deep, within their own Melody.

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.

This article was posted on Sunday, August 30th, 2020 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.