Question for you

Christina Strigas

Dreaming of masked faces
Mysterious songs with my lyrics
Words become purple visions
I see through orange chakras
Face the light and open my arms to the sky
The vast ocean is my mattress
And I feel the world invade me

What are you doing to me?

You say
I don’t know. I’m sitting here watching how lovely you look without makeup, without clothes, without the sun’s brilliance. I can’t even concentrate on my thoughts.

I say
How do you do that?
And note that you can be poetic at the best moments.

You say
Do what?

I say
Be so raw.

And your smile becomes my smile

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  1. Eric · December 7, 2015

    Oh, absolutely, this.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. thelonelyauthorblog · December 7, 2015

    What can’t you write? Wondeful.

    Liked by 1 person

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