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Love’s Atmosphere

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Today I tongue

       your private

dimension …

 

Too much transparency, empty

breathing.

       I feel my body like the moon,

lined by

       night. The clock

leaves a shadow on the bald

       wall. You claim your cross & climb

to my side, barely

                 making it across the covers.

I am

       skin

wet, golden – your prehistoric

                 lover.

       I whisper my worst terrors, fill your

ears with my hoodlum

                 artillery, and ask

if nothing else –

                 to be saved.

 

Glittering with the substance

                 of sorrow,

you fold my face in your

       wordless

                 hands,

losing me there.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Poetry Halifax Dartmouth – Number 42″ October 1991

Published under the pseudonym “Jocelyn Kain” aka Allison Grayhurst

 

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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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