We share the small wonder
of intimacy’s beat,
the gentleness of communion,
the hot pang of merging souls.
We move elemental like water
through the boundaries
that cage in
Dream that speaks without armour.
in your woman-flesh
and sheltering smile.
Words we use for hours
are not you and me, but crimes
revealed, skulls naked of skin and brain,
hands left as is – all logic aside.
Inside your blood,
the angels cry,
the fig tree finds
its open stream.
We stalk the endless cycle,
to our mute and lonely
Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Affiliate” December 1995
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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.