Your Body Beyond
Around your smooth
my hands cup & dig under
as though your skin
was water. As though
each hair on your chest,
a sea-flower perfectly
placed & measured.
Tides of muscles on your legs
with rhythmic beauty.
When you put your fingers on my hot belly,
my ghost lies down, blindfolded by light.
For hours covered by your
thirsty tongue, as a mid-day radiance
seeps through the drawn curtains.
No words to pardon our passion,
to cause a bitter tear.
I love you like this, forehead pressed
to shoulder, abandoned.
Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017
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