Lost hideaway under the flesh
where birds of prey drink to the heart’s
In liquid sleep a pocket is forming
of voices named in childhood years.
And from the beginning the miracle
sat on our shoulder like a butterfly,
though we never christened it as our own.
I am tossing back the weight of worldly waters
and things to be morally wounded for.
I give no more from the side of my mouth,
for the seductive shadow and the running crowd.
Plain as the path to heaven, I kiss the dread
and let it drift down sea. I open a room
where the light catches my breath.
I am breathing a morning glory.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Creative Talents Unleashed” August 2018
First published in “Daily Love”
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