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


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


Tear drops

trace your

cheek bones

almost languid

in their flow


Whisper soft

my hand reaches out

delicately wipes

errant tears away

caressing wet paths

they have followed


Hand sliding slowly

down your breastbone

to rest on

your beating heart

Caged, not free

I hear its lonesome song


We breathe in time

close my eyes

silently communicate

through gentle touch

Deep longing to ease

your heart’s

rough edges

Heal pain

ease burdens

And find

that your tears

have become mine


© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved



Stars Slip Through My Hands

the haunted hours

rendered transparent

ghost in my own life

my heart

an empty room

so still

so quiet

it hurts

salt water

tracing curves

feel of fingertips

on plastic keys

only tangible reminder

that I am made

of more than



things I value

slipping out

of my grip

hands still

lacking the agility

the strength

to catch the stars

as they slip from my sky


© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

From Night to Morning (Antologie)

Notes on the piano

haunting half steps

like spring rain on my heart

gentle at first


becomes a melody of 

blue melancholy

penetrates deeply

erodes defenses

leaves me raw

is echoed in tears

that slide steadily down my face



becomes my heartbeat

as I fold in on myself

to staunch the bleeding


© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved


Broken Angel

His broken halo

still gleamed dull gold

His haunted eyes

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 this one broken night


© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

I Cry In Hearts

i cry in hearts

they fall into

my open palms

slipping gently between

my cupped fingers

before falling into

the chipped basin

I keep just for them

the hearts I cry

are mostly crimson

some are hibiscus

and merge


like watered down blood

against the delicate

floral pattern

they stain the ancient china

and my fingers

and no amount of scrubbing

removes this hue

revealing to all

the color of my pain


© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved


Sugar on My Tongue

Sappho wrote that words

We leave unspoken

Will be wept

If this is true

Soliloquies must rest like

Sugar undissolved on my tongue


I am grateful for the increasing days

The sun comes out

But melancholy is still

An aquamarine tide

That can wash over me


Flooding my banks

Piercing my sea walls

Reminding me

Of how deeply human I am

And of the delicacy

The fragility

Of this woman’s heart


© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved