Seamless

 

Seamless      

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    Raincoats and rainy seasons are behind us now.

I picked up a feather.

You took it from me and now it is yours. And just like that,

rich as the coral reef waters, we were initiated into

a lower layer.

    Intensity is a button. It is concentration – one part,

one of your parts unrelentingly explored

while ignoring other

distracting sensations. It is the thick blood

raking of thighs against our lesser faith.

    Fears of the future put aside and left to their weeping.

Shoulders become secrets receiving

probing pressure-point intrusions.

Like a primeval working of strings,

through this communication, we see

the courage of our history rise, become an advancing truth,

and our pores

grow and sparkle like thousands of tiny sun-drenched ants

pooling together to parallel a single purpose.

    We know ‘just survival’ is tyranny.

What we seek is not movement

purely for the sake of employment, but to create canvases

of vigorous struggles – ones that can only be cemented

in unison.

    Our bodies have abandoned their blood-lines.

We are touching every crease

and tense design with undiluted intention –

first blotting out words, then delectable conversations.

We rejoice in the grand dramatics of our compatibility,

equally committed to corporeal immersion.

    The past culminates in this single outpouring. It is

a privileged evolution. It is months of misfortune

exterminated by the exertion of our mouths:

    Strange rhythms are risked, foreheads pressed,

giving way

to beautiful unadulterated disclosure.

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Copyright © 2012 by Allison Grayhurst

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Our Days

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

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Beyond Instinct or Dreams

 

Beyond Instinct or Dreams

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Renewal is in the night,

comes like lovemaking

to heal the bruise of harsh words

and lonely needs.

 

Because a cigarette is sometimes

all that is wanted, or good news in the mail,

and because the ways of the heart are erratic,

inconsistently falling as flakes of snow,

that is why we sometimes sleep with death

as we do with God, not holding but letting It hold

us in a warm invincible sack, offering promise, a journey

to somewhere unfathomable.

 

That is why some fear is good, is intimate as love.

And the sky is breathing and the oceans, the seas,

the rivers are breathing. And the beetle and the rooftops too.

 

Trees sway with the clouds.

The butterfly and guppy are great as mountains.

All chimes of tenderness or tragedy,

seeking its necessary role.

We bear the weight.

We take balloons to birthday parties.

And happy is the motion. And graced

are each of our failings.

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Copyright © 1998 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “CRASH a litzine”, Issue #7

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