In The Air
Your body, like a sponge
retains the music
of all scriptures born.
My hands flood over your wilderness
curves. Alone in the quiet
afternoon, cheeks pressed
& legs & fingers
shouting across skin, rubbing
bone & bell.
Your back, an ocean,
each muscles curling like a
wave unleashed after a storm.
I hold your ankles, your belly,
your spear. Too late to tame
the longing bite. The bed, a bath
of fire. We join, we drop
like birds below
the flesh & stars.
Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Cosmic Trend – Subtle Fires” 1994 under “Children In The Air”
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“Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.
“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.
“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.
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