Melding [Astrally]

A Deeper [Level of] ‘Intimacy’
… with you…
led me to
an ‘Out-Of-Body Experience’
… where I followed
the invisible footsteps
… of your Inner Affection
to a turquoise calm, cool pool.
There was a seashell,
next to a pebble-smooth rock,
which was big enough
to comfortably sit down upon
… so I did, happily.
Raising the seashell to my ear
… your Natural Scents,
and Essence… Swirled
free from inside, and Rushed
into my ‘Senses’
… with a quick WHOOSH!!!
I pricked the deepest part
of myself… upon a thought
of us… Parting Ways…
and SNAPPED myself awake
with a Frown of Determination.

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.