Silk Road Poem by Cheryl Renaud
Silk Road
I like the way you fuel me
swim up to my shores
your hands snake their way
up my neck and on my shoulders:
here is wine for your lips
It's like drowning
You tower over me, brimming
with miniature stars
they are a beautiful mage
caroling your eyes
upon which your gaze
kneels mutely, intensely
Your whisper is music
that thickens the air
with many angels,
a saturation
almost too welcome to
touch.
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