Battle Ravens and The Crux Of The Inner Circle

… I will ‘Take You’, my love,
out amongst Nature,
beneath a Blood Red Moon.
You Taste exactly how I Feel,
I’m [Mentally] Shapeshifting
through Past Lives…
dizzy and intoxicated
by the physical PUSH,
GRIND and Soul-Regression.
I involuntarily groaned “Battle”
and you echoed with “Ravens.”
And, now we’re laughing
… as the Storm Brews
somewhere behind our Union.
So, this is what it’s like
when all ‘Senses’
are Firing upon all Cylinders
… Fighting and Fucking
and [Almost] Finding
a Lost fragment of myself
… DEEP inside the Cavern
of your Exquisite Soul…
come back here… I want More…

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.