On Valentine’s Day
He gives me oxygen,
the golden lamp in isolating winter.
He raises me up like Lazarus
from quicksand. His is the
cord untied, the touch of tender pleasure,
a vehicle of lyric and curved flesh.
Many a day I lived behind the curtain, separated
from the sun, mad as a birthing mother.
My vision was void, as was the giving water
that softened the hard seed. I thought my sound
was smothered and my beautiful pony enslaved.
But with his olive eyes and male love
he unwrapped the dark expanse, nourishing:
I am bound to his appetite and to his comfort.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Lunar Lit Poetry Page” November 2015
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