The green dust of your eyes,
the cameo coat of your
body sleeping like
a chinaglass doll, still
by the window’s light.
The years and thoughts I cannot
exchange with you nor hope
to savour a single shared
laughter, but between
these broken walls, under the hand
of my affection
your warm head
moves like a small star,
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Spokes”, 1995 under the title “For Shyla”
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