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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