memory’s titanium tipped arrow
penetrated my defenses
embedded deep
woke the past
I keep behind tightly locked doors
leaving me shaken
and stirred
saltwater trails
tracing contours of cheeks
long denied your touch
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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