Cheryl Renaud Poems

A Purification Of Opium

The clothing of my longing shuns the rare
beauty of my hands—
which is obsolescence... more »

Victorian Painted Lady

Enclosed again. When night rises like
a dark staircase.
and the waters surround like apparitional fingers.
a gentle invasion. Mighty sepulcher;... more »

The Burgeoning Of Wine

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... more »

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