// i promise you this //

pilings

Collecting what’s left of you when it’s over is trying to keep a flutter of moth nerves alive in a shot glass between my teeth, but I don’t mind the knots in the stomach; perfection doesn’t interest me.

When I look at you I watch the passing of decades in blinks, frames of your limbs, centuries of humanity in ecstatic heat, angels sucking lollipops singing in haunting orgasmic tones, their celestial lips stained all colors of an erotic rainbow, worshiping the sun as it molds us into mystical creatures, no longer recognized with natural eyes.

You and I at dusk, watching dragons slip into a boiling turquoise sea, hold hands to form a bridge across the myths conjured to keep us apart. They never thought love could be such a twist and still be real. You are sustenance, food, truth. The desire you feed me catches mountains of leather books on fire, consumes and destroys all that’s cruel in a mindless world. I savor the way you taste like the dew on the grass of an ancient burial ground, touch like the climax of the Northern Lights.

Your body is a clever animal, a dark secret on the lips of a coming tragedy. Sinister, fleeting, a mystery to be respected for the delicate timing in which it unfolds. Your tongue is a velvet plunge, a warmth, a hearth in a place beyond this temporary home. Sins turn to pillars of beautiful glistening dust while every earth-bound creature wears the head of a lion underneath its fingernails, baring its blood thirst to the valleys of the moon.

Love is a ritual bath, a river carved through an underground tomb.

Quiet madness staring itself in a plush hungry mouth: you want me wet with curious struggle as a piano plays itself in an empty room.

The way the veins pulse down your neck is the way you dismiss the things that no longer matter to me, love is thinner than gossamer wings, slender heaven folded in its milky beats. We are exposed, skin peeling itself away from the bone, naked in a way no one else can understand for you and I have mirrored the birth of each other; we, held and released in silhouette dreams that began before the beginning, before there were words from which to choose.

The world ends the moment you remember when candles were tiny flickering stars flinching, licking at your fingertips, and I was dancing for you in the shadows, in the rise and fall of jewel-cuffed arms scratching against the concrete walls.

I adore the heavy smoke, the crimson choke of your handsome resistance.

Tracing my body slows the crumbling, you remove the silk along my sides and enter into me as the globe in all its casual blindness spins away from itself. Oblivion is thick nectar on the ivory altar of the gods, fame is for the fearful: only the brave will be devoured, forgotten.

Watching you from above is black feathers falling from a white snow sky.

Beauty is eternal, pleasure is a lifestyle, and I take my love stranger than most.

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22 thoughts on “// i promise you this //

    1. Allison Marie Post author

      Hi beautiful love! 🙂 You have no idea how HAPPY I am to see you here. You are like the warmest, coziest hug and I adore you for it, sister soul. Thank you endless for reading, for being here. I’m thrilled this took your breath away. It means more than I can say. Sending so much love your way. xoxox

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  1. Swarn Gill

    As always Allison, your words have a way of clawing at me…a sort of desperation to crawl inside where ever they can. And they always succeed. I really loved the line:

    The way the veins pulse down your neck is the way you dismiss the things that no longer matter to me

    This one really spoke to me. Again I feel the struggle in the poem as you try to get closer to the ineffable, the untouchable, the vastness of the unknown. And as your words claw against that unattainable goal (which is why your words feel like they are clawing against me), but which is somehow always visible in the distance, I see you inch closer and closer to that goal, and yet it seems like you will still never reach it. Are the things that no longer matter to you, truly ones that don’t matter, but only ones that seem not to matter now in the face of the awesomeness before you? That cares so little of those other things that it as much in the background and blood coursing through our veins.

    And the last line: Beauty is eternal, pleasure is a lifestyle, and I take my love stranger than most.. Just amazing. Maybe you do take your love stranger than most, but nobody says that you don’t love with every fiber of your being. And that is one of the most beautiful things about you.

    P.S. Where did all your writing go? I was still hoping to troll the archives over time?! Also you no longer advertised signed copies of your poetry book on Etsy? Is that no longer available. I should have ordered a few weeks ago when I was thinking about it! lol

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      Dear Swarn! I’m so touched and thrilled to see you. I have read your beautiful comment, and will respond fully very soon. I have a new word to share with you, that I think you will enjoy, and that fits with your words here so perfectly I could scream. 🙂 In the meantime: please know that my website GloryBegin.com still exists in full and will stay intact forever and always. Please do feel free to browse any time, that warms my heart. (Long story short, glorybegin is a self hosted site and I’ve been having terrible tech troubles trying to plug-it-in to WordPress. My posts have not been appearing in feeds, etc. Not sure how to work that out, so in the meanwhile I’ll be here on this site, which is a full fledged WordPress,com site.) Talk soon, and gratitude deep, Allison

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      1. Swarn Gill

        Excellent! Thank you for the response. I didn’t even notice that I was going to a different site because it looked similar, it just didn’t have all your wonderful poetry! I think in the past when I linked to you from WP it did bring me to your personal site. At least that’s how it seemed. I love to lose myself in your words, so I am glad it is still available. I look forward to your response later. Thank you for being concerned about my poetic needs. 🙂 Cheers,Swarn

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      2. Swarn Gill

        Well you are slier than I am if that’s any consolation. You maintain your own website and have boldly went where I have not. lol So at the very least I applaud your courage! 🙂

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      3. Allison Marie Post author

        You are so kind to say that, the thinnest line in my world must be between courage and glutton for punishment. But all is well, and here we are. So the word is this: Sehnsucht and I have heard it described as such: “the inconsolable longing in the human heart for we know not what; a yearning for a far, familiar, non-earthly land one can identify as one’s home.” . . . when I learned of this word it seemed to seep from and into my being at once, I know it is what I find myself writing not about, but somehow through or from. You say it most beautifully as the “ineffable, the untouchable, the vastness of the unknown” . . . that’s the essence of a thing that matters more than any other thing, and yet it is impossible to grasp, to hold to, to fully know.
        To walk this alien earth is to long for something, always. Some may say that is tragic but I think it’s also beautiful . . . perhaps to love with every fiber is to let it be what it is not passively, but intrusively, penetratingly. To dare search an emotion, an experience, find it gutting, and still surrender to it. I ramble, forgive me. I do hope you enjoy the word. I thought it perfect for this very moment.

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      4. Swarn Gill

        You truly have a poets heart, because only a poet can provide perfection for the moment. 🙂 Thank you for sharing that word. It has an absolutely beautiful meaning.

        I too also have come to appreciate that longing. I agree that we all do. As I mentioned before though, it seems we need also those moments of contentedness and serenity too. Again that balance between safety and certainty and longing, and that desire to take chances to drive us into a new state of awareness, understanding, or growth. But I think if our duality is to become oneness we can also learn to find comfort in that longing, because if we accept that there is no avoiding it, we can make it our constant companion and realize that the journey is teaching us more than we thought possible.

        Still I relish for those precious moments of quiet and calm. The weight of the world gets heavy on me at times.

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      5. Allison Marie Post author

        We absolutely need balance, one must hold the other up. Perhaps it is the beauty of art to create pieces that stand for one absolute or another, on its own for a time, that we may spend time in places the world would like us to gloss over.
        The journey is teaching us more, isn’t it? A fascinating and seductive truth. I send you moments of calm, dear friend. I understand fully the weight, I promise you this. 🙂

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      6. Swarn Gill

        The journey is amazing. Even with the weight I will say that I am never bored by it, and sometimes I feel like it is even very important that I carry it for a time as I walk. Thank you Allison. I appreciate your words. You do have a natural warmth that is very calming. 🙂

        “Perhaps it is the beauty of art to create pieces that stand for one absolute or another, on its own for a time, that we may spend time in places the world would like us to gloss over” This was a very beautiful statement and gave me pause for thought. If I might be bold enough to say that this statement needs one additional piece “And perhaps it is also the beauty of art that it can create pieces that can initiate conversation between those two extremes.”

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  2. ilyasstory

    Nothing short of magnificent!!! I love the subtle eroticism, it creates a very romantic and intimate vibe to the poem. I love the way that you use words or maybe the way words use you, the symbiosis of you and words always moves me. Thank you again and again. Namaste sweet angel.

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      Ilyas, my dear and brilliant friend, I am thrilled to bits to see you here! Thank you endlessly for reading and for your incredibly beautiful comment, your connection to this piece means so very much to me. I’m so grateful. I adore that you picked up on this: the words use me. I have always felt this way about words, I surrender to them.”Symbiosis” – this completely thrills me to the bone. You understand this piece in every way I hoped to convey. Please know I hold that so very close to my heart. Namaste, gorgeous angel friend of mine. I send you love and magic.

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  3. Iris Orpi

    This is exquisite. Some writers (including myself on most days) sound like we’re working when we write. This piece sounded from start to finish like you just merely turned on a valve, the words came rushing through, effortlessly perfect, and you just turned it back off when you were done. Bravo.

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      Dear Iris, I am so touched by and grateful for your comment. Thank you for taking the time and care, it means so much to me. Some days the valve is full on, and I know what you mean about the grueling days, too. 🙂 Thank you again so much, I am looking forward to following along with each other.

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