Her Madam Bovary Smile

Is this Intuition or Imagination?
… apologies, dear reader,
I got momentarily distracted
by my thoughtful reflection.
I ‘Want’… and it ends there
… He nailed me to the spot
with a simple, offensive “No.”
I shall withhold my petticoats
… and Drift rather than Stay.
I am the only person allowed
‘Sharp Edges’ in MY world
… approach me with curves
rolling off your gentle tongue
… or my ‘Pout’ will be sour
rather than pleasing to behold.
Long days upon the sofa…
I dream, scheme and menace
my way through the afternoon
… ‘Promiscuity’ is my poison,
and I gulp rather than sip it down.

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.