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
I see you yes, you poet you who lives behind the misty veil dwelling in the border between this world and a hundred other shadow worlds I see you I see those ink-stained fingers that hold your pen like a lover that fly across the keyboard in a torrent before stopping, hesitating waiting for the flow of words to … Continue reading Poet’s Love Song
I have always loved the first time with a new lover the sense of adventure discovery experiencing their skin for the first time unclothed vulnerable lining up our curves our edges exploring how our bodies fit together I have always loved running my hands unhurriedly over a new lover’s uncharted topography inquiring about scars and … Continue reading Bodies at Rest and Motion
dance with me in this silvery pool of moonlight falling across your face watered silk clasp my hand hold it as delicately as firmly as my beating heart wrap your arms around my body your warmth becoming my warmth your breath becoming my breath soft against bare skin night music swells expands fills us with … Continue reading Night Music
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 … Continue reading Fire
Brave & Reckless 