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Under Sheets

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In the oblivion

wound, we brush

skins:

 

Two guardians with

no cause. Beneath the cranium

stake where our knees

join like waves,

loving primordial,

in spontaneous time.

 

A place for tigers

to burn. An ultimate

trembling – your ivory mouth

stealing into me

like a harpoon. The tassels

wrapped around your fingers

 

whisper & navigate

my sorrow. You are magnified

like a bird descending, wonderful

as music.

Why ask me if I love?

Your head is buried

 

in a pillow, rocking

against the wall. For me,

there are no daggers,

only the amber moon, watching,

as we fight for

our deliverance.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Minus Tides!”, 1994/1995

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“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.” Canadian Literature

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“Her poems read like the journal entries of a mystic – perhaps that what they are. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst,” Blaise Wigglesworth Oh! Magazine

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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