Is my heart
the size of a grape
that you pop absently into your mouth
a brief burst of sweetness
before realizing that you are still ravenous?
Is my heart
a peach
that you savor
juices running down your chin
tasting warmth and sunshine?
Perhaps my heart
is a snow globe
full of delicate iridescent particles
that land on your eye lashes
your skin
when it is brought to life
by your hands
I fear that my heart
is the moon
full of cold silver light
mysterious and ancient
too large to hold in your arms
always just a little out of reach
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Gorgeous. What a way to express this sentiment
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Thank you so much!
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😊😊
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Your thoughts are so intriguing! I love the way your words are like brush strokes on a canvass.
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I love the idea of them being calligraphy
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The symbolism here serves as great imagery while reading. i especially adore the first half.
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Thank you! So glad you enjoyed it.
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In college on my course Btec Applied science in Medicine I dissected a heart.
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So you have a much more clinical take on this than you find in my fanciful piece.
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I liked it your use of words are poetic and evoke emotion.
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Thank you
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👧
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Beautifully visual
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Thank you!
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Gorgeous!
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Thank you kind Sir
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This is beautiful Christine
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Thank you so much Aurora!
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Oh, this is gorgeous!
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Thank you so much Kindra!
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You’re welcome, my friend! I love it. And you.
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Love you too beautiful!
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❤❤❤
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