The Burgeoning Of Wine Poem by Cheryl Renaud

Your consciousness abides in me
That which rouses in the night
A choral of yearning from within a sea
The way your eyes shine in noble heights

Your hands breathe out gentleness
Of which my skin remembers
A tale and legacy of tenderness
Burning low with weary embers

I see a soul sitting outside your face
An orchestration’s refrain (like in a song)
Lifts but one chord in perfect place
A sound less than a voice, but strong!

I’m afraid to lay whispers upon your ear
Stitch a cross upon your heart
As the dear one that lays almost too near
May divide our oaths apart

Or to awake in a dawn of knots
Evilness’ sweet heart shackles he
God forbid the secret to be sought
All stars, all halos rival me!

I must tread softly, as I tread sacred grounds
For he lay his dreams under my heels
But from street to hill in round of sounds
My longing to reciprocate these voiceless peals

And on the peals fly in dead-beat zephyrs
On, until quiver lies cold with dissonance
There, in a grave-land sweetened with “nevers”
Lo! I entice for that one adherence:

Behold! The kiss that has no tongue!
I flee to you in a mile-long dream
The tongue enamored by a kiss is stung
Cloaked in blush silk, a-walk in steady streams

Too many aftermaths in the birth of a kindling
Change and counter-change spits a dark moon
To reprise one’s thought with dandy fiddling
Or long for the night to be until noon

Though, I love the memory of you, I think
I leave with you my other hand
Vestiges—a parchment and a shock of ink—
And words that you may not understand.

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(completed 6 July 2006
12: 36 AM, Thursday)