Blushes and [Mock] Insults

We lay upon the Spring grass of the Park,
belly-down, and facing each other
… spitting [Obscene and Vilely
Constructed] syllable-work…
out of Laughing/Offended mouths.
“It’s not fair… you’re a Poet…
you almost fucking SINGED
my perfect eyebrows with that last Insult
… tell me something ‘Nice’
or I’ll Sulk like a right Miserable Thing!”
I twisted [Quickly] onto my side.
“You even swagger when horizontal?”
I refrained from answering, sliding closer
… and gently whispered
the last 4 lines of this morning’s poem
into her perfect, little ear…
which was hiding [Snugly] inside
… her gorgeous smelling golden hair.
had ENGULFED her [Emotional] Heart.
“So, I finally Shut YOU Up… I Win!!!”
I smirked, grabbing a-hold of her hand
and pulling us both back up onto our feet
in one sudden, dramatic, fluid movement.

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.