A Dewin… Delivers Through “Doorways” Less Travelled

‘Kissing You Is Like Magical Rollercoasters Crashing Together Over The Abyss’

“I am so beside myself with Grief
… it’s like my Heart has become
the narrowest of Ledges
and my Soul is stuck back to wall”
she explained honestly.
I get aroused in the most awkward
and uncomfortable of places
… luckily, she mistook my ‘smile’
as a friendly sign of understanding
… and reached out a hand.
The words “I’m not finished yet”
always echo… in imagery… yeah.
“You’re all dandelion stem, dearie
… and my thumbnail was made
to rupture, separate and discern…
via a subtle, delicate craftsmanship.”
Don’t Attack… Mirror Box back!
I see behind your ‘Bower Building’
… yet, I am Devil card chained
to the soft, top inside of your thigh.
Do that really cute and adorable
’tumbledown inside yourself’ thing
… you thought it was just a feeling
but, it dances through your eyes
like captivating, emotional hiccups.
Look at this… there… see
… we both bleed at the same speed,
and it tastes just a little like August.

* A Dewin is a Welsh Magician/Diviner

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.