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Your Body Beyond
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Around your smooth
shadow-lined figure
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
and back
sway
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.
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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017
Synchronized Chaos August 2017: The Stories We Tell Ourselves
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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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