My love

 

 

I am still in awe

of the deep delight that

rises in your eyes

like a constellation surfaces

from the thick flesh of dark night

and sings to me – ethereal,

images pounding the back of my mind,

breaking through the wet cemented barrier,

sure to drown me, incorporate me into its own.

 

You are magic, a wilderness

tempered with spiritual intelligence where

your genius sits on a throne, high above the

primal ground, directing each disruption into

an exuberant harmony, changing the dull light

of chaos into a living ceremony, pulsing

and sensually tearing the seams

– heightened evolution –

 

my love,

my truest friendship, your power is beautiful.

It never wanes or falters. I love you still

like at the beginning

when we found a field and twirled

in joyful abandon, knowing what we found

and what was to come. It is coming

again, a future without waste or holding back.

 

Your rich glory raging like

a storm-tossed sea.

You are tied to the resting point.

You are tied to the gravity

of the moon. You spread your arms.

I watch you receive, and then

I will watch what enfolds.

 

 

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Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Fresh Words”, June 2022

https://sites.google.com/view/freshwordsmagazine/issues

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1G9eVgBt1ZS1syN9RruNQLzt7-JVq04sY/view

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