Epic Poem

Christina Strigas

I will write an epic poem one day.
I say.
One fine day. When the ache
in the chest overtakes
the sunshine and only a touch
from a lover can heal. You have
a way of sliding under the radar
slithering onto my skin
while I am not paying attention
to the hockey scores. The grip
on my heart is bound by words
that replay in my head, a fever
that stirs my body. It guides
me to leave cherished words at
your doorstep as a gift so that
when you rub your sleepy eyes
from a dream, you will read me first
think about me first, before you splash
your face with water. In the grips of you
I sleep and wake among the lost children,
who have no vision
of desires buried deep,
you,
The man who had unfolded all of me
this poem is for you.

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4 thoughts on “Epic Poem

    1. Wow Eric, you are way too kind. I am so glad you liked it though. I thought it was perhaps all over the place, keep on reading it and thinking to change parts for my book, but it stumps me every time. Have a great morning, xx
      Chrissy

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