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. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.