Her laughter breaks your fold,
wedding you to your primal joy.
Your extremes keep tune with her emotions,
setting them close to yours and your
canvas of sharp colours.
She has no veil. You have no hidden chamber,
just the charm of your sleepers
and your dimpled cheeks.
She loves you like kin should,
dancing for your comfort and crazed
intensity. She makes you
happy, her soft voice connected
to you like a necessary limb.
She is just a small child, and you, have not
even arrived that far, yet already
your steps are locked – each one’s light clearly
helping illuminate the other’s.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “The Antarctic Journal” September 2017
First published in “Poet’s Corner”, June 2017
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