// come away with me //

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I don’t need to touch you, flesh and bone too often hide the voice I would die for if you would just speak. The world is a crumbling crystal mountain range falling into midnight, the sharp plunge of a deep-sea grave, but the life we scream for at birth is infinite. There will be cold footsteps under the glow of a harvest moon, glimpses of freedom in a purple dawn, wrought iron staircases into heavy clouds as they weep, raspberry lipstick mouths and the way you prick hot wax on the beg of my pale skin.

We are the strange and magical ones who sense the coming storms by the taste of static wind on our tongues. I am alone as you turn to leave, they have told you that the only way to see me is to close your eyes. I want to reach through you to the other side, take my ribs and spread you wider than planets that orbit the sky until you become thin as the healing breath on the lonely limbs of those neglected, a shelter for the abandoned, a hand written letter inside glass bottles that contain clippings of the salt of the ocean.

All you ever asked for was a taste but I know you seek the flood, for every word you catch in your palms as it drips from the silken lips of my aching desire becomes your blood. There is no other way. This is the love of the beating hearts of every creature who ever walked the earth, man, woman, child, beast, criminal, angel, thief, opening you like a gaping cavern hollow enough to receive. Tell me how to build a room grand enough. I need not keep you, lover, to call you mine, nor hold you to sweep your amber beauty across my alien evening mind. This is a love that has outrun time.

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4 thoughts on “// come away with me //

  1. Swarn Gill

    I swear I have subscribed to your website several times, but I don’t see get notifications that you’ve posted a new poem. And I have so much to catch up on now! lol

    As always Allison you leave your reader breathless, hungry and thirsty. Even though as I read I am being given air, nourishment and water. Your poetry has an amazing power to sate while leaving me feeling insatiable.

    All you ever asked for was a taste but I know you seek the flood, for every word you catch in your palms as it drips from the silken lips of my aching desire becomes your blood.

    This really speaks to me. We rein in those carnal desires all too frequently. In some ways we must and in sacrificing those we gain contentment. We gain peace. Maybe even comfort. I feel happy to just be in the presence of a woman I am attracted to. Listen to her speak, to laugh, to just look at her. The taste. And yet I don’t deny that I do think about the flood. Wondering what it would feel like to wash over me….and run through me. There are moments in which if I had the power I would make the world disappear around us…there would be no rules…just a mutual desire. I am not sure I have ever captured such a moment. I am sure it happens. And really I’m okay with that…but every once in awhile some “what if” moments are nice to think about. :)

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      Hello, hello dear Swarn, I am so sorry for the confusion – I see you’ve found my new website allisonmarieconway.com and I will soon respond also to your beautiful comment there. I adore your comments, and I thank you for taking such time and care to immerse yourself in my work. I am so humbled by what you say and I love to read what your experience of the material was. There is such tenderness in what you say, friend. I’m so grateful this piece gave you a chance to reflect on desire of all kinds, shapes, and forms. I do enjoy exploring the “what if” moments. :)

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  2. Erbiage

    The life we scream for at birth…. Wow!
    What a great pile of words, and greater still the concepts they imply. Profound. Thank you for this gem!

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      You are fully welcome, thank you so very much for reading and taking the time to comment. It truly means worlds to me. I’m thrilled you found something that moves you here. <3

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