Notes stream over their bodies
like spilt wine,
dizzy with forgetfulness
and engulfed by devotion’s
desiring arms, they quench
their love in these realms
of trembling communion.
They do not lean their heads
on ground of finite meaning but
transported to a common passion
they stare at the wonderful eyes of
the moon and roll like the sea’s emotion,
bodies gripped by one hawk intent, hearts
undiluted by distraction, joined forever
in dance or defeat.
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “The Chaffey Review, Vol. XIV”, May 2016
Published in “Sonder Magazine” June 2015
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