Together like odours
that merge in a closed room,
we are continual – each the same
as the other – in plague breath, in worries,
and in peace-filled joys, hopes that restore
strength and future paths beautifully unfolding.
So we decorate inside, never letting on
how much care we give to each detail.
Truth is kind to us as we hold hands across
the sofa, smiling at each other because
there is no corruption between us, no hidden
regrets or festering resentments when we see each other
we see a gift of eternal faithfulness, a lifetime pact,
sure-footed, winged and light and rich as honey
on the tongue, as a friendship that has never betrayed
or grown stale, and a love in a constant cycle of aching,
being satiated, counting on satiation and thresholds
reached and surpassed, sensuously mastered
together, often weary, but never of each other.
Only you are my love, bound
like the stem to its flower,
and the hawk to its sharp eye.
We will give nothing to the rest
that does not join our great love,
tries to defile our green fields flowing
or make us believe in less than this miracle.
For all things of life are ours –
our veins, our holy light-strings,
intensely locked, tenderly alive.
Copyright © 2023 by Allison Grayhurst
“The poems included in Allison Grayhurst’s poetry collection Running, lightwave riding reveal an impressive artistic perfection and creative energy. The poems are full of lyrical force and show freshness of style. No doubt, this is a significant work. The poems have great power of observation and originality of imagination,” Dr. Karunesh Kumar Agarwal publisher Cyberwit.net
Published in “Otherwise Engaged Literature and Arts Journal” July 2023
Published in “Raven Cage Zine Issue 79” April 2023
Published in “Winamop” May 2023
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