Morning glimpsed
behind a curtain
shaft of light
dancing
upon a headboard
dust motes
alighting
stillness disturbed
fingers slowly
moving
over warm skin
mine for yours
awakening
to thoughts, desire
curling around me
within, a band
tightening
every revolution
intensifying
every stroke
a lover’s wish
shattering restraint in
a rush of sound
a bitten lip
the lingering mark
of your possession
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Sometimes
it is in the hoping that something special
something extraordinary
might happen
might be part of our future
it is this that keeps us moving
through our days
our eyes open
our senses
attuned to change
hoping that we’ll recognize it
when it makes its appearance
and then
if we see it
and know it
do we grasp it
do we make sure
that all of those agonizing days and nights
of wanting something more
something unexplained
something undefined
that we give ourselves up to it
with all of our heart and soul
and become extraordinary
in the giving
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What prayers are given
within this holy silence –
how does the wish to be anointed
with the saving grace of touch
manifest itself,
what way do you desire
finding a home in a heart’s
present
as well as its future,
what creed do you memorize –
a name spoken
hushed tones
reverence
a vulnerability you wear
privately
who do you call forth as
light bringer
to your darkness
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She is quiet
even when speaking,
with much going on beneath the surface
it’s the things that she doesn’t say
that you need to take heed of
for the secrets to her are locked up within those silences
and only you can say if you are brave enough
to search for the key
for her truth is not always bright and shiny,
a sparkling wonder and gem for you to pocket
and treasure
your precious,
her truth is raw
and bloody
and beating
with a heart of its own.
but it’s real
oh yes, it’s real
and it will cut you
and burn you
but you will never feel more alive
than when she touches you
and makes you her own
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Every scrap of lace
every length of ribbon
every button
every bow
I imagine your fingers
slowly
meticulously
tantalisingly
deliciously
undoing each of them
and in doing so
…undoing me.
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Like a wave born of a swell
another year is upon us, racing
to the shore
pulling the remnants of the previous year
away to memory
we bid farewell to the old year
a time of growth
awareness
joy and loss
a new year beckons
with the promise a new day brings
tides turning
presenting new opportunities
possibilities to grasp
with both hands
before they slip away
with the tides…
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Watercolour art by Lia Melia
*May I extend my best wishes for a happy and healthy 2019 to all of you who find the time to read my words, who are generous with support and comments, who I am privileged to call friends. Happy New Year!
December 29, 2018
I am thrilled to share that two of my poems, Cerulean Dreams and Tremulous, have been published in the sixth issue of Voice of Eve, an online magazine featuring women writers.
https://www.voiceofeve.net/issues
I hope you enjoy!
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October 24, 2014
My work can be found within the following publications by Fray’d Tag Publishing under the nom de plume, Sweet Christine.
Available through Amazon.com.
The Wood Knots, A Poetry Collection; Published July 2014
The Best of Poetry Project 2014; Published March 2015
My words can also be found on Instagram. Link here.
