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by Allison Grayhurst

Feeling again
the joy of a matured
and multiplying love

Seeing the seasons dissolve what was
but never the one thing
that keeps us close

I lean on you like you do me through
the thick seductive world

I savour your primitive spark
your tongue that breeds an original

We are strong
born of animal colour and spiritual desire

And warm like blood
is the shade that stretches true
between us

Copyright © 2017 by Allison Grayhurst

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