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Oldest of Wars Between
All Lonely Breasts
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Underneath, with a bolt of egotistic rage,
it comes, building shrines in my dark pockets.
And when my heart is weak,
it lures me into its dismal hovel
as if to comfort
with its corrupt tongue.
Pale as the snows, it is without fire,
sapping my juices impotent.
Jealous, it wraps
its leprous paws around
my core, hungering
for obedience.
Robe of awful night, it writhes,
clinging to my skin.
I am burnt by the terror of doubt and
indignant madness
that rents me out to the lust of despair.
I hear the moans of angels, but they are helpless
to intervene, tied to the law of reach-and-reach-back.
Panting now, I try to embrace this beast in play,
uproot its fangs, tame its sly strength. But there are
two atmospheres clashing within, raging to win
side by side – raging to smother my struggle
with one abiding victory.
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Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “SilverSpine Poetry Forum” October 2015
http://silverspinelit.blogspot.ca/2015/10/old-of-wars-between-all-lonely-breasts.html
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