Engulf Me
…with your
perfect passion,
the tender artistry
of your compassion,
and your empathy
to my reciprocal
touch.
Engulf Me
with your sex,
your smile,
charismatic soul
and those
deep living eyes
like
dancing miracles.
With your
13 different ways
of kissing
and full silken
tongue
of deliberate
control.
Let your entire
heart, body
and essence
come
washing over
my aching,
anticipating
being.
perfect passion,
the tender artistry
of your compassion,
and your empathy
to my reciprocal
touch.
Engulf Me
with your sex,
your smile,
charismatic soul
and those
deep living eyes
like
dancing miracles.
With your
13 different ways
of kissing
and full silken
tongue
of deliberate
control.
Let your entire
heart, body
and essence
come
washing over
my aching,
anticipating
being.
© Paul Tristram 2014
Cracked Sentiments
She kneeled staring
at the many
different shaped
shards
bleeding
within her slender
porcelain white hands,
with triumph and wonder
dancing
within her liberated eyes.
Then threw them down
into the bowel shaped hole
she had dug with her tears
all those yesterdays ago.
Squatted capriciously
over the relics of naivety,
hissing in glorious relief
through slowly
un-clenching teeth.
Wiped herself
upon a bouquet of
forget-me-lots,
leaving the entire
aborted nonsense
with a final
‘Good Riddance’
shake of her
whitening soul.
© Paul Tristram 2014
Foxglove
It was beneath
a small, colourful,
scent-heavy patch of them
they had found her
partially decomposed body.
Close to the Kissing Gate
at the bottom
of Courting Lane.
“I wanted her to lay
somewhere pretty!”
He had stated firmly
on police interview.
“After all,
I had once loved her,
she was my sweetheart,
you knows?”
© Paul Tristram 2014
Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.
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