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Sunday morning portrait, 2015

May 3, 2015

You may wonder

who I am

or who you are

or who we are together.

or apart?

leading highway lives

from the end to the start.

I saw you first

you were talking with friends

embarked on your high horse,

the room was hazy,

smoky, jazzy, of course.

Did you forget your desire?

At first glance,

was there a burning fire?

Were you in a poetic trance?

or a real life dance?

I am no one you want to love

been there and done that,

let my need float up above

blend with the sky

I fall out from

like a gift from the Greek gods’ nectar pie

here to ease your numb

feelings from life,

the blended coffee strife…

which to choose?

I forgot, you take no cream,

you never lose,

you are high above all the sports’ teams

the judgement call

you like to watch me fail, fall –

admit it –

nothing would please you more

than to hear me

moaning

like a paid whore

You do not have to put

your hands in your pockets,

I am free, I need no wallets,

no words of lies

please wear your secret lockets

and cover my eyes

in seductive disguise.

I should be asleep

but the words are heavy, knee deep

in your sweet-smelling mud.

I like it

when I am drowning

in my own flood.

Not any closer to who I am

just take my fucking hand

eventually we will land.

Christina Strigas

Comments:

5

  1. thanks christina………
    wonderful blog

    marcello

  2. johncoyote says:

    Thank you for reading my poem. Your comment disappeared. I liked this poem.
    “I fall out from
    like a gift from the Greek gods’ nectar pie”
    Nectar pie could be dangerous. Thank you my friend for sharing your amazing poetry.
    Coyote

    1. Chrissy says:

      You are so welcome. I may not like or comment all the time but I read. I enjoying reading your poems too they have that unique grasp of universal elements that bind us all. Really lovely and I will go back to comment.
      Thank you
      Chrissy

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