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If You Wait…

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When the man comes

he will be wearing rings of endless

symbol. He will be like a wave,

strong, flexible, seeking shore.

You will know him by his smell

and the way his voice sounds in the rain.

He will lie beside you like a childhood friend,

abandoned to breath and peace

beyond measure.

Rich with depth and kindness,

he will cradle your head on his chest

and you will bless the wound that almost

killed, then brought you near

his familiar blood.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Drift #82”, 1996

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“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.” Canadian Literature

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“Her poems read like the journal entries of a mystic – perhaps that what they are. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst,” Blaise Wigglesworth Oh! Magazine

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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