you stand with your back to me
vulnerable
silent
I, transfixed
by how your wings attach
to blades of shoulders
already burdened by the weight
of humanity’s sorrow
of the demands
of gods with no mercy
how can mere bone
bear this additional weight
of a thousand ivory feathers
brushed with gold
without folding
to the ground?
the strip of bare skin
that separates
your magnificent wings
calls to me
my hand reaches out
palm extended
to trace
the path of smooth muscle
memorizes your contours
the intake of your breath
the rapid beats of our hearts
the only sound
as I press my cheek
to that vulnerable spot
you are stiff for a moment
before relaxing fully
against me
guiding my arms firmly
around your waist
holding them tight
accepting the comfort
of my warm
human touch
© 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
wow! Beautiful!
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Thank you. So glad it spoke to you.
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Even angels need the simple comfort of kindness. ❤
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There is so much power in touch, in sharing a burden, however briefly
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – a gesture relieving burdens
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This is stunning, Christine.
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Thank you Carla
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I was moved by this beautiful.
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Thank you Adnama– I wrote a piece for SD many months ago that continues to haunt me. https://suddendenouement.com/2017/02/06/blood-and-starlight/
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