Memory Brushes Past

by braveandrecklessblog

Memory’s delicate tendrils

reach out

brush the nape

of my neck

cause an electric shiver

that courses

down my spine


The past



sweet and breathy

that tickle

my ear


it implores



Crisp white sheets

whiff of cedar

sound of the ocean

butterfly brush

of eyelashes


salty skin

strawberry lip gloss


so soft

they dissolved like sugar

and lemon

on my eager tongue


© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

5 Comments to “Memory Brushes Past”

  1. Seems like an amazing memory. All the senses seem to be in tandem. Nk wonder it implores to remember.

  2. Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

  3. This is a super poem – I enjoyed it tremendously.

  4. I do believe all of the concepts you’ve introduced for your post. They’re very convincing and can definitely work. Still, the posts are very brief for novices. Could you please lengthen them a little from subsequent time? Thank you for the post.

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