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
his broken halo still gleamed dull gold his haunted eyes a kaleidoscope of all that he had seen I could taste the loss in his tears the weariness written on his skin like ancient runes but there was hope in his kiss that made me wonder if I could be his salvation at least for … Continue reading Broken Angel
cold small half pain half numb compressed in on myself until I am hard light cocooned in the strait jacket I spun will you enfold me in strong arms? draw me up into your body’s warmth? remind me how to breathe? guide my muscles my bones back into the shape of a woman? © 2017 … Continue reading When I am Small – Christine E. Ray
darkness has settled in for the evening the cold outside our four snug walls frosts our windows turns snow into a hard, white crust that reflects our soft bedroom light the day has been long, my love I have been doing battle with the world today I have been doing battle with myself my body … Continue reading When Darkness Falls – Christine E. Ray
it is only in sleep that she is fully visible able to be deciphered in her unbuttoned unzipped state his eyes open moon’s captured light slanting across the expanse of tousled sheets softly reveals tender curve of her cheek unclasped hand, childlike fingers brushing his shoulder heart in the gentle rise fall of her night … Continue reading Moonlight’s Magic
Brave & Reckless 