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My hands,

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your muscle-toned thighs

and the ways between us

that unlock the wonder of

the thin stones tucked under my pillow.

You are glorious like the sun and

a river that curls its breath with

primal speed. At peace with these

broken bones, and even with

things felt, but unimagined.

You are late October in my arms. Everything

is ours. I touch you and know the end, all means

of luscious renewal.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published “Poetryrepairs #224” May 2016

http://www.poetryrepairs.com/v16/c05.html

http://www.poetryrepairs.com/v16/057.html

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Published in “Duane’s PoeTree” February 2016

http://duanespoetree.blogspot.ca/2016/02/allison-grayhurst-writes.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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