I Tried To Contrive A Song... Poem by Cheryl Renaud

I tried to contrive a song whose
pearly dreams sheltered beneath sleep
existed as the sheen in your eye

a voice less the sound
I made fortunes, the golden wheat ambering
your arms; there is a sun that refused
to set behind that blue sky of yours…

Instead of a rose,
here are my well-endowed branches thick
with berries, and hopefully their sweetness
is punctured with a little bitterness

your palate is water that I lash out to with my
own fire, as I float eagerly into your arms
your smile is a calm sea mirrored
in a single dewdrop

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(13 June 2004, For John)