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his book of poetry

October 9, 2015

there was a book of poetry once

written only for me

by my soul mate

and he said look into my soul

for ten minutes

absorb every word as a kiss

every sentence as a thrust.

my heart ached so much

i threw up,

my tears ate up my pain

and I thought he conjured

up Keats and the romantics

like he always does

and gave me their memory

as a gift,

circa 1890.

Chapters progressed like

Pablo and Mathilda

my love erupted

and soaked my soul

with bliss. Lost continents

were found

upon our love.

years meant nothing

i may have never seen him

(almost once)

fate denied it,

he didn’t know about me

when he thought he did.

so i wrote a book

while he searched,

we missed each other by hours.

but his poetry

killed me

it struck my heart

and ripped it into

vines in a forest.

his love

and my name

on his lips

is tragic.

yet the most

beautiful world

we never discovered.

Christina Strigas

Comments:

17

  1. Eric Syrdal says:

    Beautiful and Heart-wrenching, Christina. <3

  2. megdekorne says:

    ” the most beautiful world we never discovered ” …bewitching dear Chrissy ! I couldn’t help but think of Poet Neruda ….your heart reminds me of his so sensual …hugs , megxxx

    1. Chrissy says:

      what a compliment i will keep that one close to my heart as Neruda is xx

  3. Chrissy says:

    thank you my love. it was a killer to write

  4. sheldonk2014 says:

    Great piece
    See you soon
    Sheldon

  5. Geo Sans says:

    words
    imprisoned
    with
    pleasure

    1. Chrissy says:

      thank you my friend. so humbled that you share my work with your followers. xx

  6. So much exhilaration feeling!

    1. Chrissy says:

      Merci mille fois xx

  7. Souldiergirl says:

    Uh!! This is so good Chrissy! It reached in and grabbed at me- it pulls and that is powerful. Love your words xxx

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