sea anemones

taste of sea in your mouth when tongues mingle explore your ear a conch shell my lips whisper poetry into 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


We never talked about the monster inside me. Crouched on the bed, cold white skin, dark pupils dilated like dinner plates, your bodily fluids fragrant on my tongue, feral and remote, licking my own blood off my fingers. Repulsive and enticing in equal turns. Never knowing if I would fade into the night for days … Continue reading Feline