Too Long

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Too Long

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It has been minutes maybe days since I felt

your warm tongue trace the blades of my back.

It has been too long in isolation,

away from your loins, the trembling

of your barely-believing hands and voice,

telling me we are larger than any love,

like druids or those so deep they have no religion.

It has been like living with a cramp in every toe,

walking, searching for a fountain to bury my wishes in

and finding only denial in every eye, alien expression,

computer distraction and political nuances. It has

broken me. It feels as if it has broken me, except

when we are together, when our monastery re-appears

and your fingers flicker, strumming out a conversation,

honouring the strength of God – sensual as thunder lacing

the sky and all that lives under the sky.

It has been a rapid stirring, a slow removal of my self-esteem

– too long without your orchestrated breath and you

cutting,

    cutting through.

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Copyright © 2011 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Out of Our”

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

https://allisongrayhurst.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/too-long.m4a

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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Book reviews of the River is Blind paperback:

“Throughout (The River is Blind), she (Allison Grayhurst) employs 
reiterated tropes of swallowing and being consumed, spatial fullness 
and emptiness, shut- in, caverns, chasms, cavities; angels, archangels, 
blasphemy, psalms; satiation or starved. With a conceit of unrequited sex 
as “my desire”, nocturnal emissions, awakening in the morning, the poet lives 
at capacity, uninhibited, dancing,” Anne Burke, poet, regional representative 
for Alberta on the League of Canadian Poets’ Council, and chair of 
the Feminist Caucus.

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“Allison’s poetic prose is insightful, enwrapping, illuminating and brutally truthful. It probes the nature of the human spirit, relationships, spirituality and God. It is sung as the clearest song is sung within a cathedral by choir. It is whispered as faintly as a heartbroken goodbye. It is alive with the life of a thousand birds in flight within the first glint of morning sun. It is as solemn as the sad-sung ballad of a noble death. Read at your peril. You will never look at this world in quite the same way again. Your eye will instinctively search the sky for eagles and scan the dark earth for the slightest movement of smallest ant, your heart will reach for tall mountains, bathe in the most intimate of passions and in the grain and grit of our earth. Such is Allison Grayhurst. Such is her poetry. THE RIVER IS BLIND is a must-read,”  Eric M. Vogt, poet and author.

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3 responses to “Too Long

  1. Ah! This is BEAUTIFUL!! Another masterpiece of a sensual poem – capturing the true potential of human sexuality. This is exactly what our mass media of pornographic innuendo everywhere, and porn as the default sex education of our time, hides from us. It does this by projecting out with alot of noise: surface sexual scratch-an-itch addictive distraction rendering us incapable of anything deeper. Junk food has become the order of the day when it comes to sex and food. Just as loving is a learned skill, so is depth sexuality. Wow! Thanks for revealing the possibility by rendering us a glimpse into true power and beauty in this arena. Reminds me somewhat of Nicole Daedone’s attempts to break out “surface mode” when it comes to this, http://omxperience.com/last-year/.

    “It has been minutes maybe days since I felt
    your warm tongue trace the blades of my back.
    It has been too long in isolation,
    away from your loins, the trembling
    of your barely-believing hands and voice,
    telling me we are larger than any love,
    like druids or those so deep they have no religion.”

    “when we are together, when our monastery re-appears
    and your fingers flicker, strumming out a conversation,
    honouring the strength of God – sensual as thunder lacing
    the sky and all that lives under the sky”

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