Poetry by Camille Lewis

               Je suis Samuel CC




Never Say Neverland

I send my twitching mind to
That place
The neverland of neverlands
Never-going-to-happen-land
The vending machines sell 
Sweet, sweet validation
I can drink ten cans and have a thirst.

I share the same space as you
I crackle like a current
A tap of my finger could power a city!
Perhaps, if all the stars align, and
I cross my arms, legs, fingers and toes
You will smile at me 
And it will reach your eyes.

Nearness is enough: I dream of basking in your rays
Your presence is a punch, a tonic, a gift.
The animatronics mouths open and close
Open and close, wordlessly
You stun them into silence, as you do me

Every night in my neverland
As the clock strikes twelve
Cinderella story
You lace your fingers through mine 
And the world falls still.
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Camille Lewis is an avid reader and aspiring writer. She can be found taking long walks with her dog, indulging heavily in the Plath fantasia and crossing off days on a calendar until the next instalment of the "A Song of Ice and Fire" series is released. Camille resides in South West England.

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