The Upwards Rush, Following The Inward Glide, Of Limerence

… I have fallen in Love
with the way your Shadow
leansintomine… so Perfectly!
Your Eyes, my Eyes, our Eyes
… I’m gonna be sick
if I don’t [Learn To] Control
this inner [Rug-Pulling] Motion.
I stumbled, ever so slightly,
over the word ‘Stratosphere’
… and instead of ‘Smiling’
you laid your [Calming] hand
upon my arm, and tilt-frowned.
If I OPEN-UP [Properly]
and let you ‘Swallow Me’ whole
… I’m afraid that I won’t be
able to keep my Magic in check
… and we will BIRTH
something so Unexpected and…
… that it will DESTROY
everyone else’s ‘Piece Of Mind’
who happen to Cross Our Path!!!

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.