Allison Grayhurst





              Sing, for love is in his astounding

form and mind that welcomes the intricate unknown.

In his touch are the things of wings and

a leopard’s elusive step.

              Sing for his heart is a cavern where

mysteries are kept, where my lineage begins

and the mirror is no more.

              Sing, for the sensual stomach, for the

timelessness of impassioned blood.

              Sing, for the connecting limbs, for the

instinctual rhythm inside that joins us higher,

together at the deepest core.



Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst




Published in “New Mystics” April 2017




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