4/30/13

Love Is Love
By Allison Grayhurst


Touching shadows with a hero,
trusting the secret journey.
Love is love, full of thirst and suffering
but stronger still than
the devil's lyre. And once
my world was a wound of sleepwalking
and intangible thoughts.
Today, there is a voice under the sheets
that has learned the language of my private choir.
God seems distant, farther than imagination can conjure,
but I know it is only a fossil for tomorrow's hands
and a new facet of a living faith.
Please be near, because sometimes my ribs are
drowning and my hopes are torn.
Please let me feel the light of your finger
and catch the nectar of your breath.
Love is love, longing for more,
to know its kiss has reached another's heart
and then to be returned like never before.


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Allison Grayhurst has had over 200 poems in more than 130 journals, magazines, and anthologies throughout the United States, Canada, Australia, and in the United Kingdom, including Parabola (summer 2012), South Florida Arts Journal, The Antigonish Review, Dalhousie Review, The New Quarterly, Wascana Review, Poetry Nottingham International, The Cape Rock, Journal of Contemporary Anglo-Scandinavian Poetry, poetrymagazine.com; Fogged Clarity, Out of Our, Quantum Poetry Magazine, Decanto, and White Wall Review.
Her book Somewhere Falling was published by Beach Holme Publishers, a Porcepic Book, in Vancouver in 1995. Since then she has published nine other books of poetry and two collections with Edge Unlimited Publishing. Prior to the publication of Somewhere Falling she had a poetry book published, Common Dream, and four chapbooks published by The Plowman.
Her poetry chapbook The River is Blind was recently published by Ottawa publisher above/ground press December 2012.
She lives in Toronto with her husband, two children, two cats, and a dog. She also sculpts, working with clay.