ONE OF SEVEN
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Alison Eastley
Alison Eastley has been published in many fine journals including Blue Fifth Review, The Adirondack Review, Taint, The Absinthe Review. She has poems forthcoming in Sometimes City, Pig Iron Malt, and Snow Monkeys. By Alison Eastley
Published on 07/16/2004
Last night we offered whispered chants in that ritual
undressing
of how we met. Everything has significance.
That is what you said.
But it wasn't what you said. It was more how you
held me that time
undressing
of how we met. Everything has significance.
That is what you said.
But it wasn't what you said. It was more how you
held me that time
'They who are infatuated with lust fall back into the stream
as a spider on its self-spun web'.
-- Bede Griffiths, Universal Wisdom
Last night we offered whispered chants in that ritual
undressing
of how we met. Everything has significance.
That is what you said.
But it wasn't what you said. It was more how you
held me that time
we discovered the naturalness
of unnatural sex
and you may remember
it wasn't as if we hadn't explored
our bodies like this before
and it wasn't as if we wanted to pretend
the moon
is spotless or the sun opposes what is hidden
simply because icons are smoothed
softly into stone.
We know water washes
what doesn't dissolve until the next day
when it happens again. We keep falling
back
to front and slippery with sweat
you saw my face really was yours.
Copyright © Alison Eastley, 2004. All Rights Reserved.
as a spider on its self-spun web'.
-- Bede Griffiths, Universal Wisdom
Last night we offered whispered chants in that ritual
undressing
of how we met. Everything has significance.
That is what you said.
But it wasn't what you said. It was more how you
held me that time
we discovered the naturalness
of unnatural sex
and you may remember
it wasn't as if we hadn't explored
our bodies like this before
and it wasn't as if we wanted to pretend
the moon
is spotless or the sun opposes what is hidden
simply because icons are smoothed
softly into stone.
We know water washes
what doesn't dissolve until the next day
when it happens again. We keep falling
back
to front and slippery with sweat
you saw my face really was yours.
Copyright © Alison Eastley, 2004. All Rights Reserved.