5/7/13

The Sweetest Alarm Call
By Paul Tristram


I tried frowning your kisses away.
Twitched as you touched the side of my nose.
Groaned ‘mmmmmm’ which sounded like a moan slipping
slowly backwards into water.

Yawned king size and broke my fast upon the mask of breath
that you had just laid upon me.

You chuckled, I arose onto one side
and opened my eyes, smiling widely
like an eighteen month old baby being tickled.
Good morning sweetheart.


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Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories and sketches 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.