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Another tide
August 19, 2015
Freedom to do anything
you want
is chained to the fog
at six forty five in the morning
when the streets smell like
every foreign and familiar
smell. Hug me close
and cry after sixteen
years of absence.
I feel your loss
squeeze me tight
make death in your
eyes disappear
and help me breathe
in the cracks of your soul.
It looks like Paris stems from
your aura, and this city is
in my fourteen year old
gut. Revoke my love,
press my lies on
an ironing board
refresh me
spray your love
and essence on my skin.
No one waits for the flood
but me. Open my arms
to your tide.
Christina Strigas
Comments:
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Fair winds and following Seas, Poetess. ♡
You’re right, Eric. inspired by the ocean once again… x
I recognized Her Saltspray perfume in between those words…and the pic of the ship…been in love with those my whole life.
because deep inside we all just wanna sail away
Wow! ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you S! Love seeing your beautiful picture pop up on my screen! Drinking morning coffee and missing you❤️
Ah! Wish I was with you- in spirit I fly to your side DG
fly baby
*flying
Wait…let’s fly together 🙂
only with you x
Sounds perfect
Reblogged this on Christina Strigas.
Oh, wow.
Curtsy x
love this <3
thank you so much Huma xx