your palms remember
warm silk of my skin
travel the contours of
my curves and edges
your lips remember
my coffee scented kiss
softness into fierceness
yielding into claiming
your fingers remember
shape of my hip
what it is to cradle my head
when you draw me ever closer
in the poetry we write
together in tangled sheets
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Oh wow!
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Indeed, not all poetry has words.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – Poetry without words
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Read several and love what a vivid picture you portray. I think my favorite is Sandcastles. Thanks for sharing
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You can certainly paint a picture of love in your tapestry of words. Lovely, truly lovely! 💗
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