Brambling The Nettle by Paul Tristram

Entangled, tightly, in the sinewy
green and purple, arching stems
of my complicated embrace.
I shudder at the stinging,
swollen kisses
of your sharp,
pursed mouth caresses.
Weeping drupelets
as we vice and snake
botanically.
Grinding your hypodermic trichomes,
the sweet, burning acid
of your affection
helps me peak
in this thorny giving and receiving,
green leaved petrichor union.

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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. Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1943170096 ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036 And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326415204 You can also read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/

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