Cheryl Renaud - OOOXXX

This Evening
I watch and let low these years
down the curtain with lantern glow
there's a voice in this poem
that falls featherly beneath my footsteps
and rests around my ankles

You are Touch

and Taciturn

Incognito

with blush of fire
I'll become clay in your hands
for you sake
I grow weary without those eyes
searching me, my endless caverns
Call me your sweet tiger

Mold me well, I say,
gently lay your hands on me
like a broken caravan
vortex of scent, breath, and
enchantment
interplanetary oblivion

Only
the sound of tears
can manage my thirsty skin
a dying theater of oasis
I await you
most dangerously
and when you glide safely into my arms,
there's a certain magic
that cannot contain itself

To you, it is drinking the stars with a glance.

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(13 May 2001)

Cheryl Renaud

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