burning water still marks the way home though that is not the path I travel today by uncharted night do I go motionless movement a note of fluidity diachronic changes in synchronic nuance the language we share is not known here a purpose in thought one million yesterdays caught twixt our toes on the shores … Continue reading After Hours: Uncharted Night-Olde Punk (RamJet Poetry) & Christine Ray (Brave and Reckless)
SEXUALITY
After Hours: Manic Monday
Can you run your hands over my bare back? Tangle your fingers in my hair? Draw me into your arms make me liquid Help me get me lost in your kiss I need the world to fade away for just a few hours more this manic Monday Let’s get lost in silk skin entwined limbs … Continue reading After Hours: Manic Monday
After Hours: When I dance with her- Megha Sood
Locked gaze of hungry eyes a fleeting touch of her body Sudden twists and turns Swirls, which are so naughty Emotions flowing in locked steps Driving both the souls in unison Tapping feet makes the melody When I’m with her Music stirs our souls Beats makes the heart move Clapping to the ever-changing melody Body … Continue reading After Hours: When I dance with her- Megha Sood
After Hours: sea anemones
taste of sea in your mouth when tongues mingle explore your ear a conch shell my lips whisper poetry 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
After Hours: Poetry in Motion
Your palms remember warm silk of my skin when they travel the contours of my curves and edges Your lips remember my coffee scented kiss softness into fierceness yielding into claiming Your fingers remember shape of my hip what it is to cradle my head when you draw me ever closer in the poetry we … Continue reading After Hours: Poetry in Motion
After Hours: The Taste of Citrus
Silken black blindfold Covers eyes Feel your thumb Tracing my bottom lip “Open up” you say I hesitate only briefly Before I obey Tongue and teeth greeted With sweet-tart taste of ripe Blood orange Juices running Down chin Collarbone Bare breasts You feed me more segments unhurridly Citrus dripping Skin sticky Your lips Long and … Continue reading After Hours: The Taste of Citrus
After Hours: Haven
we are often just ships passing by during the frenetic work week our sleep/wake cycles not in sync ruminating silently in the night hours over our own individual worries our daytime communication focused on the logistics of teenagers, bills, elderly dog laundry, menu planning, the leaking sink the busyness forcing us to interact as business … Continue reading After Hours: Haven
After Hours: Saturday Afternoon Poetry
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 After Hours: Saturday Afternoon Poetry
Go Dog Go Café 