This Is How Wars Are Started

I can still Taste the Iron
of her Blood…
and the ‘giddy-swish’
behind her Frown
… as I stepped-within
her [Fractured] Psyche
… and Kissed
[Nightmare] windows
closed, tightly, Forever.
She’s Safe with me…
I will not Rest or Relent
until she is Champion
… and Goddess equal
to [Needing] no Master.
‘Friends’ not ‘Lovers’
we ‘Pact’ together
through dark Adversity
and [Side-Door] Trial
… Yin to Yang…
we have each other’s
Backs… Battle-Pace…
and… [Hidden] Corners.

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.