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On Valentine’s Day

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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.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Lunar Lit Poetry Page” November 2015

http://lunarlit.blogspot.ca/2015/11/on-valentines-day-poem-by-allison.html

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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