Autumn Afternoon Walks

She dreamt she had a Lion
for a Heart…
whilst his was Dragon…
but, when they Entwined,
Nature sighed its Alchemy
and Butterflies
up and out
through their tender Kisses.
There is a Place
… she likes to Walk through
and Daydream…
about no Fear or Boundaries.
He just ’Gets-It’
without Speaking a Word
… and the IMPACT
of this granite Understanding
… takes her breath… away,
making them unconsciously
… circle-back-around…
to where her Affection
gently straddles his Attention.

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.