she had always been puzzled by the idea that little girls were made of sugar and spice and everything nice in her experience that’s not what little girls were made of at all the mean girls smelled like cruelty mixed with uncertainty disdain peppered with insecurity ravenous hunger and envy some girls smelled like saccharine … Continue reading What Little Girls Are Made Of
The sheets with tiny pink rosebuds, incongruously innocent, are tangled beneath us. Your lips travel slowly down from my earlobe to my neck, marking your territory. You stop at my collarbone; nipping it gently with your teeth before lifting your head to look at me. Our shirts are lost somewhere on the floor, my bra discarded on … Continue reading Fire
Won’t you stay,My love? Outside snow falls steadyGusted by north windTapping at our windowInside these wallsA fire burns SoftlySo softlySpread yourRaven hairUpon my pillow GentlySo gentlyWe will unfoldOur layersLike origami flowers Reveal theTreasure at the coreOffer it like pearlsThat dissolveOn our tongues Won’t you stay my love?turn the night onnow Won’t you stay my love?Turn … Continue reading Turn the Night On- Christine E. Ray & Stephen Fuller
You in my attic bedroom in Somerville. Green and tan striped wallpaper inexpertly hung on the deeply slanted walls. Futon on the floor, the smell of warm cedar, window fan lazily stirring the air. Dust particles floating suspended in golden light that falls across the hardwood floor in a diagonal. Your eyes the bluest I have ever seen. Skin so … Continue reading My Attic Room
empty hands long to caress to mold with sure fingers vessel to hold feelings spilling out of my awakened heart glaze it indigo adorn it with butterflies delicate wings tinged silver test it with fire before filling recklessly to the brim © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Won’t you stay,My love? Outside snow falls steadyGusted by north windTapping at our windowInside these wallsA fire burns SoftlySo softlySpread yourRaven hairUpon my pillow GentlySo gentlyWe will unfoldOur layersLike origami flowers Reveal theTreasure at the coreOffer it like pearlsThat dissolveOn our tongues Won’t you stay my love?turn the night onnow Won’t you stay my love?Turn … Continue reading Turn the Night On- Christine E. Ray & Stephen Fuller
Brave & Reckless 