Our Banquet

The world can feel

A deprivation chamber




Our bed

A place of abundance

Private banquets served

Where we shall

Taste with our skin

Read with our hands

Swallow with our eyes

Feel with our breath

Hear with our hearts


Lay us down on

Sheets like golden tablecloths

Our bodies moving


A fluid tide

Rising, cresting like

Wine overflowing

Our goblets

Flowing out

To join cherry seas


© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved


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