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Rake the light,

              I am alone upon

this distant stone.

I drum my plea,

no good for love

              or beds of needed warmth.

I lose because I am not in need

              of protection any more, because

my smile is drugged and time has dulled

the green glory of affection.

Stalk the depths where subtle glances can

separate the living and make hurt a hell

that is not snuffed out with each sip of drink.

              Hang the flower-head on the wall, pray that life

is more than memories and gentle speaking.

I stand beside him. He is not in love,

but the highway is in his eyes, and the hummingbird

              too, fluttering faster with each crack

of laughter.

It is the weather. It is no time for kissing,

but time for quiet sitting, for watching

the parasite inside grow to eclipse the sweet dream,

              that gnaws a well of sensual sorrow

and is for always bonded – irrepressibly, your own.

Allison Grayhurst

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Party

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Rake the light,

              I am alone upon

this distant stone.

I drum my plea,

no good for love

              or beds of needed warmth.

I lose because I am not in need

              of protection any more, because

my smile is drugged and time has dulled

the green glory of affection.

Stalk the depths where subtle glances can

separate the living and make hurt a hell

that is not snuffed out with each sip of drink.

              Hang the flower-head on the wall, pray that life

is more than memories and gentle speaking.

I stand beside him. He is not in love,

but the highway is in his eyes, and the hummingbird

              too, fluttering faster with each crack

of laughter.

It is the weather. It is no time for kissing,

but time for quiet sitting, for watching

the parasite inside grow to eclipse…

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