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Waking Up

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In the dawn’s light clearing, I sweep

the glacier clouds

reach

my arms to your flesh, awakened from dream.

 

Plunging into ethereal

substance, head pressurized with fatigue,

your body pulled close to mine, and legs

criss-crossed like swords laid down –

 

I glance up

through our window, then down

to watch you roll over:

naturally revealed.

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© 1992 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Our Poetry Archive” November 2018

https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2018/11/allison-grayhurst.html

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