Battle Ravens and The Crux Of The Inner Circle

by Paul Tristram / May 8th, 2022

… 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.

This article was posted on Sunday, May 8th, 2022 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.