Days Of The Infrared Poem by Cheryl Renaud

Days Of The Infrared



I stretch in my all-night longing
Today, some things must take their pace:
The solidness of your touch
is italicized in your eyes when
I look into them
Tear for tear, down my cheek its goes
to the shore where it came from
All of my moons are walking away
How did you come this way?
Your arms stalk, burn my waist
Your face appears over my right shoulder
and looks on

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