pulled in every direction but yours

the poet in me loves the poet in you

Christina Strigas

I want to hide under you

and cover myself

with your warm words

caress you with my hard prose

such a romantic fool

am I. 

Needing you 

as much as I need to breathe.

No one can have what you have.

I read the same sentence

switch pens

search for my muse

but he is not responding

he thinks I run away

that I fall among the cracks of my youth.

I wanted to be there and surprise you

as you leaned against the marble

checked your watch

violin strings remind me of that moment. 

And then it explodes. I search

for you in every man’s face

my hope bent her head

avoided every man in the room

who was not you. The lights 

in the street brought out

the truth. The poet in me

loves the poet in you.

 

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