A jail full of kisses

Christina Strigas

A jail full of kisses

locked inside

my head

as I envision your lips

barely on mine

behind bars.

A play on words

Greek accents

and your growing

need to be on top of me.

I want to think of

all the ways

you’ll love me.

In the dawn of this new age

you could be just

as lost as I am

or not.

Cheerleaders are chanting

your name

and laying down their clothes

at the foot of your bed

I exaggerate all

isn’t that what writers do?

Isn’t this how poets feel?

Way too much?

Cut off from the real?

The Unreal?

The people we will never meet

the unbearable defeat

of oneself.

Even when I get

what I so want

I want more of it

and you will never want less of me

and more of her

and he will

continuously want all of me

for that is…

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  1. bigdudemakingbigmoves · May 13, 2016

    I really like your long form. Very nicely done.

    Liked by 1 person

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