Today I tongue
Too much transparency, empty
I feel my body like the moon,
night. The clock
leaves a shadow on the bald
wall. You claim your cross & climb
to my side, barely
making it across the covers.
wet, golden – your prehistoric
I whisper my worst terrors, fill your
ears with my hoodlum
artillery, and ask
if nothing else –
to be saved.
Glittering with the substance
you fold my face in your
losing me there.
Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Poetry Halifax Dartmouth – Number 42″ October 1991
Published under the pseudonym “Jocelyn Kain” aka Allison Grayhurst
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“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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