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Hawk
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Paradise bound
by doubt’s heavy claw.
Our promises were
fracturing. The hour
melted into sleep
then confusion.
In the bed where our stones
were gathered like oracles
of deliverance came the touch
of communion, your hands
crossing my boundary flesh.
Splitting the atmosphere,
and your eyes, feverish with love’s
great skill.
You circled me,
sliding down
through the stronghold space
between, entered
and gave what in tomorrow
I may never find.
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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
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Published in “Our Poetry Archive” June 2018
https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2018/06/allison-grayhurst.html
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