Ivory Brushed with Starlight

This piece was originally published by the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective


are you angel or demon

man with ivory wings

brushed with starlight

and indigo eyes?

you are still

silent

but your ancient eyes say

that you have seen the color

of my soul

have studied it contours

 

your nostrils flair slightly

scenting my blood in the air

you see the crisscrosses

carved deep on my palms

at your knowing look

the knife in my hand drops

from suddenly nerveless fingers

blood wells from the cuts

dripping to the ground

consecrating the earth

you gently capture my wrists

cup my hands in yours

as golden tears drop from your

otherworldly eyes

fall onto my damaged skin

transfixed I watch your sorrow

heal my wounds

 

you release my hands

to cup my face reverently

your kiss is honey and cardamom

i am filled with your light

and as your soul expands

to fill all my damaged places

i see the cosmos dance in my head

understand the mysteries of the oceans

feel the warmth of the sun

and in a flash of brilliant understanding

know that my humble heart

matters to you

and I am transformed

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Little Words

Little words

can tumble

out of

mouths

into ears

  

Little words

sometimes

say nothing

that matters

 

Hello

Fine

Good

Of course

Thanks

Let’s do that

Call Me

Bye now

 

Little words

sometimes

say everything

that matters

 

I miss you

I hear you

I see you

I’ve got this

You’ve got this

I care

Hug?

Take my hand

I love you

I’m here

 

Little words

can tumble

out of

mouths

into hearts

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Ivory Brushed with Starlight

This piece was originally posted by the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective


are you angel or demon

man with ivory wings

brushed with starlight

and indigo eyes?

you are still and silent

but your ancient eyes say

that you have seen the color

of my soul

have studied it contours

 

your nostrils flair slightly

scenting my blood in the air

you see the crisscrosses

carved deep on my palms

at your knowing look

the knife in my hand drops

from suddenly nerveless fingers

blood wells from the cuts

dripping to the ground

consecrating the earth

you gently capture my wrists

cup my hands in yours

as golden tears drop from your

otherworldly eyes

fall onto my damaged skin

transfixed I watch your sorrow

heal my wounds

 

you release my hands

to cup my face reverently

your kiss is honey and cardamom

i am filled with your light

and as your soul expands

to fill all my damaged places

i see the cosmos dance in my head

understand the mysteries of the oceans

feel the warmth of the sun

and in a flash of brilliant understanding

know that my humble heart

matters to you

and I am transformed

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Little Words

Little words

Can tumble

Out of

Mouths

Into ears

  

Little words

Sometimes

Say nothing

That matters

 

Hello

Fine

Good

Of course

Thanks

Let’s do that

Call Me

Bye now

 

Little words

Sometimes

Say everything

That matters

 

I miss you

I hear you

I see you

I’ve got this

You’ve got this

I care

Hug?

Take my hand

I love you

I’m here

 

Little words

Can tumble

Out of

Mouths

Into hearts

Longing

She knew something of longing

The ache of the soul at 2 am

The tears that well up unbidden

In the corners of eyes

Pain in the chest as if something

Or someone

Was squeezing the heart

Or pressing downward

Making it hard to breath

 

Yes, she knew something of longing

That sense that something

Indefinable

Unnamed

Was missing

A person

A place

A thing

A part of the soul

She was never sure

 

Yes, she knew something of longing

The loneliness

The isolation

Whether alone or surrounded

In a crowd

Never being fully seen

Never being fully heard

 

Perhaps longing she thought

Was the search for the pair of eyes

On a city street, a book store, a coffee shop

Who looked into the deepest, darkest corners

Of a person, of a heart, of a soul

With knowing, understanding

With compassion, acceptance

And didn’t look away

 

She knew something of longing