Cheryl Renaud Poems
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Advents Of The Sun
Over my empty shoulders
I want you to sear past my skin
Split my valley with your hair
as I lay on my back
I'll gaze at you between mountains
Watch you rise and set
I want to wrap myself around you
Arms and legs made of blue
Cold lips warmth for you
Leaf-draped in pink and orange
as you hug me nightly
Spread your hair when
you dream under my sea
Victorian Painted Lady
Enclosed again. When night rises like
a dark staircase.
and the waters surround like apparitional fingers.
a gentle invasion. Mighty sepulcher;
In a scepter, potent wave.
there’s a daisy, sitting, dainty
with a wet look and an eye larger than
the sun when it’s squeezed between
your finger and thumb.