Do you love me,

or is your love

too magnificent

against my failed and hapless

virtue, fetus-formed,

barely pulsing but trying

to flesh out and depict details

in contrast, in a fundamental form?


Do you hear me,

as a mosquito-buzz nuisance

to your bright and flawless grandeur,

or is my deficient faith worth

the encounter, evoking your mercy?


Do I know you

at all or only as a dream

of being engaged to your

wild erupting

lava-flow inspiration,

to the hot touch of your tenderness

here and here

and my heart and self

at one, at peace

fastened to your love,

receptor of your astonishing

calypso flavour?



Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “Raven Cage Zine #70” June 2022





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