you are
liquid warmth
on long frosty nights
you are
soft whisper
in a world
that only shouts
you are
gentle touch
in a room
of sharp corners
biting edges
you are jewel tones
in sterile stark spaces
you are
embracing acceptance
at the end
of the longest day
when the world
has done its best
to wear me thin
to break me
you are
welcome respite for my weary soul
my battered heart
I long to lose myself
in the shelter
of your arms
© 2017 Revised 2020 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Beautiful Christine.
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Thank you kind sir!
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Of course!
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“you are gentle touch in a room of sharp corners biting edges”
I love the contrasts. Powerful writing. Beautiful piece.
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Thank you so much Tanya! I am glad that it spoke to you.
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Beautiful imagery Christine……
“you are
liquid warmth
on long frosty nights”
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Thank you Ivor!
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A beautiful poem that flows like liquid warmth, Christine.
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You are most kind Eugenia!
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