So Much Glory Stillborn
There was you
holding tight to your need, full
of the killing night.
There was you and no one
exceeded you in your terrible love
and in your milking
of quiet rains, as in my arms your size
dominated the sun and awoke my wings
to fan and flourish.
But long before the sterile sleep of years
showered by compromise, long before the tossing
from side to side, afraid
of kissing and the commitment it may bring.
Long before now, falling prey
to this angry hunger
that drums an inevitable goodbye
and crushes cruel like cruel will never
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Ygdrasil – A Journal of the Poetic Arts, VOL XXV, Issue 4, Number 288” April 2017
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