So intolerable is the fierce drain
of having you but
not having you
by my side.
So hard to talk
on the phone of missing you
while the universe lies veiled and vaulted
from my sight.
While you laugh and sing
and I sleep walk in the sun;
voice, unable to chime; voice
that leaps then fails, calls
to you then crumbles like some
useless gesture; voice,
full of the fury of assassins, soft
like a slug’s boneless belly cries
to you of the loneliness
and of the need; voice
that needs your uncompromising devotion,
but gets mute and lost, then sees
that such a thirst
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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