Cheryl Renaud Poems

Over my empty shoulders
I want you to sear past my skin
Split my valley with your hair
as I lay on my back
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along the riddle of our fiery nights
my silence found a tongue,
an intimate, scented handkerchief
a scarf to tint our world red
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when summer leaves my face
and the seasons walk right out
you’ll find less of my beauty
and more will you find doubt
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To ease away from my own brokenness
I am beyond the level of existence

a petal deveined from one flower,
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I approach the quiet table
sense that it is surrounded by
walls of indifference
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Always, as if to never wish to
betray the will of its being,
though it may seem at times
squeezed into a little corner, hugged
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your idiosyncracies stick to my
side like a thorn till I'm sickly,
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The day is resting. I opened the
door and let you in my house
On the sofa, we made blends of warmth
while the television talked all night
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I tried to contrive a song whose
pearly dreams sheltered beneath sleep
existed as the sheen in your eye
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The clothing of my longing shuns the rare
beauty of my hands—
which is obsolescence
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