My breath and blood,
my spiritual soldier,
death expresses itself
then ends to find another muse.
Hold me in your form,
unoffended, know I am
capable of true choice,
planting colours before unseen.
My last call, I am withdrawing,
weakening, biting a bitter morsel.
Darkness is a hymn, infiltrating
I will take the globe and smash the sphere,
my boundless exemplary love, lover
of the embracing midnight, star light and roses.
I have no customs I am determined to keep.
I will give up all my rituals, my summer garden
to walk again, with you, on fire.
Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Al-Khemia Poetica” August 2022
Published in “Raven Cage Zine #70” June 2022
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