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Pendulum

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Remove the spies

from my grief.

I cannot defend myself

with such pale armour.

I cannot tell you it will be eternal,

this day in which I burn for your soft mouth.

I cannot say the door is there,

it is always there.

I drown kisses on your neck.

I reach that wave of endless choice,

returning from episode to episode

of our unforgettable unions. And then

the stars seem to stumble around

the globe, tripping for no reason

into grave oblivion. Like us, they have

their secrets and sorrows they cannot

share. Like us, they glow in the night’s

pool-deep eye, unanchored

despite the gravity.

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© 1992 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Raven Cage, Issue 26” September 2018

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Published in “Our Poetry Archive” November 2018

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Waking Up

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In the dawn’s light clearing, I sweep

the glacier clouds

reach

my arms to your flesh, awakened from dream.

Plunging into ethereal

substance, head pressurized with fatigue,

your body pulled close to mine, and legs

criss-crossed like swords laid down –

I glance up

through our window, then down

to watch you roll over:

naturally revealed.

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© 1992 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Our Poetry Archive” November 2018

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Heavy As Any Ache

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We cannot

hang in the grip of this cloud

for long. The waste

of bad habits, concealing

kindness with a show

of wit. Sarcasm as fatal

as a cut throat or plain as

a child’s cry.

Hearts stuffed with

hollow match-stick crimes.

Counter clockwise the sun spins. The moon

climbs the back of an angel, breaks

her thin spine.

You look the other way, look for a hero

rising from your hands, for a rainbow

in my flooded eyes.

It cannot be done. We cannot be more

than mortal.

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© 1992 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Our Poetry Archive” November 2018

https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2018/11/allison-grayhurst.html

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