There are days
and nights
where the only thing keeping me
from sliding completely
into the abyss
from dissolving
into something
shapeless
nameless
is your skin
against my skin
your mouth
against my mouth
Grounding me
Calling me home
When the knowledge
of where I begin
and end
starts to slip away from me
your body remembers
who I am
Your hands
mouth
remember
the shape of me
The essence of me
The essence of us
How we fit together
It is fortunate for me
during this long darkness
that you are here
to guide me back
to where we live
To remake me
piece by
fragmented piece
when I have lost
the shape of myself
And that you have been
willing to do this
over and over again
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
A lovely description of beautiful treasure.
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – Intimate reconstruction
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This is such a moving and intimate poem, Christine!! Bellissimo!!
xoxo
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Thank you Chuck
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come and enjoy Christine’s beautiful – THE SHAPING OF CLAY
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This is beautiful.. so much passion and vulnerability. Thanks for sharing this.
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Thank you for reading and commenting
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Beautiful Christine. I love this sensual haven your narrator and her lover have in each other. As if any bad experience during the day can be healed by each other, in their own world at night. Gorgeous writing 🙂
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Thank you Amanda!
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💕😊
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Wow. Such a great flow of words.
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Thank you Riya.
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Beautiful and loving poem. How the subtle assurance in love keeps us sane.
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