Our Days
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I place my arms up here
reaching for you in the morning
at half-past six and later
when you are just waking, disheveled
and wishing to return to dreams.
In the afternoon when we
finally talk, the brightness of the day
absorbs into your face and what is left
is the movement of our connection
between coffee mugs and our children’s play.
At dinner, you tell me stories.
I see the years behind us, and for a moment the
curtains of heaven draw back before my eyes.
At night when we hold and the children sleep,
we talk of the unspeakable things – ourselves for a time,
fully happy – two together
in the arena of society’s plight,
two together, beholden
to only this love.
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Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Message in a Bottle Poetry Magazine”, 2013
http://www.messageinabottlepoetrymagazine.com/issue-12.php
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