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Dancers
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He dressed her with forgiveness
in the gold shadows
of passion
seeking death, seeking the
swelling heart
of God. Under
the weight of his wings, into some
starless summit they rose, clasping
limbs with alien abandon. Each rich
with superstition, as in the forest
terror
poured from the tip of each tree,
from the tongues of black bears and insects
crawling.
They held, waiting for too bright
a birth between them, waiting for the
magic to merge
their pain into one great beginning.
Like the thighs of angels in flight,
their thighs
cut the warring air and smashed against the sky
into gales of
colour, into streams
of happy endings as they
dropped like a flood
at the feet
of death, and love
began to weave
under
their astounded skins.
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Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “New Hope International Writing”, 1995
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