Genie Man

Genie Man, Genie Man

Brown and gold—

Skin kissed by suns that never grow old.

Wish one, I exhaled into summer's cold,

That your hand found mine— fearless, bold.

I curled in your heat, called it relief, I laid down devotion where your chest breathed.

I named you a miracle in the hush of that breath,

But woke alone, knees wrapped in new death.

Genie Man, Genie Man

Tall and divine,

I rubbed your lamp and called it mine.

I poured your oil, drank deep like wine—

Honey on my tongue, your sweetness my sign.

You filled me again, and we unhooked time.

You filled me again—I crossed Truth’s line.

Genie Man, Genie Man

I summoned you to me,

But met your silence and wept you a sea.

You vanished before wish number three—

Because that one asked you to love me.