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Watching Anna Karenina

September 10, 2014

When that empty breeze
brings upon memories
of how your kisses tasted so sweet
your arms around my neck
gently lifting me
the white love surrounding
us on the green grass
and how I bit your lip
in ecstasy
and teased you
until the fights turned
into mad sex
meeting lovers in corridors
behind screens
and how love stands alone
blocks cages and church icons
as anger is the new breed
of communication
while you look down my blouse
hard for me
wanting all of me
my insides filled with only you
if I could give you more of me
I would
but I am stuck
somewhere between who I was
and who I want to be
for I am on that unpredictable wave
forecast is fluctuating
my insides are tortured
with common folk
but your eyes
oh those fucking eyes
how they see through every piece
of me
that I toss and shed off
like my clothes
naked.

You can undress me
without a touch
love me
until we speak no more
of this
or silence me
with no words
that make me search for my own.

It is how you pursue me
without wanting to
battling yourself
me
Us
Them
Him
Her.

It is the death of us that preoccupies my mind rather than the birth.
One can die from a broken heart
and princesses and princes
are not immune
to clutching their heart
in torment.
No one can truly
forgive
betrayal.

I watch your strong back
as I leave you
no other choice
but to say goodbye
to the woman you
kissed on that fall day
and who loved you
with all her breath.

Christina Strigas

Comments:

6

  1. [ Smiles ] Lovely poetry!

    1. Chrissy says:

      Thank you kindly Renard! (Smiles back)

      1. [ Smiles ] You are most welcome, Chrissy.

  2. I do so love your work Chrissy. It’s earthy and passionate, That you reveal yourself so intimately helps me, as a man, to better understand the feelings of women in relationship to men. Glad to be following you.

    Respects

    Michael

    1. Chrissy says:

      Wow. Michael, thank you so much. I really appreciate your warm comment. So glad to connect with people that get me and crazy women like me! We are complicated, but really not so much when you glimpse into a psyche. The thing is it’s fictional/confessional if such a term exists!
      Xo
      Christina

  3. Chrissy says:

    Reblogged this on Christina Strigas and commented:

    Still

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