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Nocturnal Souls
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Those pure, breathable love-notes
written on Japanese paper.
Our house, rain-cold
with dawn dying in every corner.
When you sleep
I believe I am made of ice. I travel
in my frozen figure, spiralling,
drilling up
into God’s domain. While you, flat
amongst the covers, breathe slow like
roots, touchable, sacred
as the shadows of my mortality are born
then perish in the wind’s mute philosophy.
Loneliness infects us all. You have told me,
there will never be a simpler tomorrow.
Cut flowers lean their bloom on pale walls.
I drop my mouth like wine dripped
on your shoulder.
You wake and find me,
hauntingly yours.
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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst
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Published in “Scryptic Issue 2.1” June 2918
http://docs.wixstatic.com/ugd/396b91_12b4c602cd4d418493788ddd9884dd13.pdf
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Published in “The Electronic Pamphlet” July 2018
Two Poems by Allison Grayhurst
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Published in “Synchronized Chaos” June 2018
https://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-june-2018/
http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-6/
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Published in “New Mystics” July 2018
http://newmystics.com/lit/AllisonGrayhurst.html
http://www.newmystics.com/documents/AllisonGrayhurst-Poems5.pdf
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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:
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