Tear drops trace your cheek bones almost languid in their flow Whisper soft my hand reaches out delicately wipes errant tears away caressing wet paths they have followed Hand sliding slowly down your breastbone to rest on your beating heart Caged, not free I hear its lonesome song We breathe in time … Continue reading Whisper
we are often just ships passing by during the frenetic work week our sleep/wake cycles not in sync ruminating silently in the night hours over our own individual worries our daytime communication focused on the logistics of teenagers, bills, elderly dog laundry, menu planning, the leaking sink the busyness forcing us to interact as business … Continue reading Haven
bare skin glides against my rough edges like warm sand you buff my contours smooth mouth tracing the trail of my vertebrae you become cartographer of my ridges and valleys before breathing electricity along my spine bold fingertips find the places I ache work me like clay patiently loosen the knots I have tied myself into until … Continue reading Saturday Afternoon Poetry
Can you run your hands over my bare back? Tangle your fingers in my hair? Draw me into your arms make me liquid Help me get me lost in your kiss I need the world to fade away for just a few hours more this manic Monday Let’s get lost in silk skin entwined limbs … Continue reading Manic Monday
taste of sea in your mouth when tongues mingle explore your ear a conch shell my lips whisper poetry your fingers anemones brushing my breasts my depths crashing tides wave after electric wave carried by each other’s current into deep ocean blue © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 