Paul Tristram

Posted: January 22, 2017 in Poetry


Show Me Your Teeth

Reveal your snarling temper.
The claws of the Demons
you keep locked away inside.
The keen edge of that razor
strapped sharp to reaction.
The anger fireworking
those pretty temples.
The thunder cloud
above your moods.
The stamping fury
of your defences.
The swift viciousness
of sudden attack.
The blood in your underwear,
the cursing spit
upon your delicate chin.
The emotional sucker punch
you have waiting
up those whirlwind sleeves
Your perfect, ice-shattering
scream & battle cry.
Come, storm the castle walls
of my lunatic daydreams…
let’s fuck like enemies tonight.

© Paul Tristram 2016

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