Electric Fence

My eyes are not that dark

I won’t scare you away

with my aura, supposedly

you like my scent


have you read me

to the point

where the back of your throat

is so dry

that only my

mouth on yours

would quench that thirst?

Never answer my questions

you should know more about me by now

but you stopped listening a long time ago

too far to know that it is best

to keep away from my electric fence.

I need so much “space”

that cliches are my t-shirt slogan.

He reads my book lying in bed

you are not in my head, just my book

you are not in my book, just my head.

I tell him I loved him more

when he loved me less

he says

I can never stop loving you

when the dark and the grey meet

it makes my insides corrupt

bare, existential

reciting Sartre like Shakespeare

confusing my philosophers with my poets.

Do your thing and write, do your magic

and love me with your gift

give me yourself.

I can still pirouette

on hard wood floors

so many talents

you will never know

and others that get buried

under the snow.

Sleeping naked is

how we were born to be

put on our clothes

and hide under labels

undress it all

digress from poems

and music


walk in a garden, or the

streets at three a.m

where I’m most free

in the deep night

not scared of anything

even in New York, Athens,

Rome, Montreal,

the night is where I find

the parts of me

I forgot about during the day.

I must confess: I am more attracted to


than people.

In this I know I am not alone.


  1. cameronlincoln · March 19, 2015

    I absolutely adore this. Such a rawness and richness of imagery and feeling. Wonderful

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Rise above · March 19, 2015

    Nice cadence, I love the sensuality.
    I agree with the closing stanza, and I’ve often compared cities to people (if they were a person, what would they be like?) I’m looking forward to falling in Love with San Francisco at the end of this month.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · March 19, 2015

      enjoy San Fran – never had the pleasure- thanks for your comment and appreciating my poetry.

      Liked by 1 person

  3. May Desert Flower · March 19, 2015

    You’re definitely not alone 🙂
    Stunning!!! ❤ ❤

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · March 19, 2015

      Merci May – you make me feel like I’m not alone, thank you for reading and retweeting you are amazing to me.

      Liked by 1 person

      • May Desert Flower · March 19, 2015

        I love your writing and I love sharing what I like 😊❤️
        It’s really my pleasure ❤️

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      • Chrissy · March 19, 2015

        many thanks again

        Liked by 1 person

  4. megdekorne · March 19, 2015

    Chrissy ! This is evocative , pure , a glorious poem about life and love …I love it ! Blessings xxxmeg

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · March 19, 2015

      Thank you for saying that Meg. Just love when you stop by. xx Blessings to you as well.

      Liked by 1 person

  5. writersdream9 · March 19, 2015

    Really marvelous!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Cate Derham · March 19, 2015

    This is absolutely delicious just like you. I love the way you juxtapose each emotion and play with opposing images so beautifully and artfully. xx

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Enigma · March 21, 2015

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  8. Joseph Pinto · March 24, 2015

    You’ve earned a new fan of your prose! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  9. Chrissy · May 13, 2016

    Reblogged this on Christina Strigas .


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