You Are
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You are simple
like death is simple,
like death is unmistakable,
containing the most feverish and trying
of mysteries within
its boundless domain.
You are beautiful
like a cat is beautiful
silently sitting,
galactic in its sensual form,
giving with its gaze
substance to voice and blood.
You are fire-driven
like stars and like sex,
in perpetual combustion,
with an inner pulse of endless
dance, dancing
in savage, mystical tides.
You are gentle
like a raindrop caught
in a lucky palm, gentle
like the shelter of a best friend's arms.
You are more than sun and bird and fox,
more than soil to my groundless heart.
All I bless and all I need,
I hold because of you.
No meaning nor madness
could replace the milk and breath
that you are.
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Copyright © 1998 by Allison Grayhurst