It is rumored that there are 50 words In the Eskimo language for snow I ponder Why are there not 50 words in the English language That I could draw upon To describe that moment When your bare skin Touches my bare skin? Many call me a writer, a poet And yet words utterly fail … Continue reading Skin
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
unwrapping you thrill of opening new box of crayons curated my favorite colors you taste Granny Smith Apple Plum Wild Strawberry Jazzberry Jam your vibrancy Razzmatazz Radical Red Scarlet Cerise your soul Forest Green Pine Green Midnight Blue Periwinkle Blue Bell Royal Purple Wisteria our night music Outer Space Silver Black Robin Egg Blue Cerulean … Continue reading Color You Mine
It is rumored that there are 50 words In the Eskimo language for snow I ponder Why are there not 50 words in the English language That I could draw upon To describe that moment When your bare skin Touches my bare skin? Many call me a writer, a poet And yet words utterly fail … Continue reading Skin
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
Brave & Reckless 