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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:

17

  1. Eric Syrdal says:

    Fair winds and following Seas, Poetess. ♡

    1. Chrissy says:

      You’re right, Eric. inspired by the ocean once again… x

      1. Eric Syrdal says:

        I recognized Her Saltspray perfume in between those words…and the pic of the ship…been in love with those my whole life.

        1. Chrissy says:

          because deep inside we all just wanna sail away

  2. Souldiergirl says:

    Wow! ❤️❤️❤️

    1. Chrissy says:

      Thank you S! Love seeing your beautiful picture pop up on my screen! Drinking morning coffee and missing you❤️

      1. Souldiergirl says:

        Ah! Wish I was with you- in spirit I fly to your side DG

          1. Souldiergirl says:

            Wait…let’s fly together 🙂

          2. Chrissy says:

            only with you x

    1. Chrissy says:

      thank you so much Huma xx

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