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January 8, 2017

if you could just dare to fuck the art in me the kind of sex that would put us both on fire. the part where you never leave in the morning. i disappoint you all the time, with my past, my present, …

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Christina Strigas

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  1. pawan35 says:

    Just hold you in the arms tight
    Let the breath tell you all
    The skin touches will make you feel
    The love this heart contains for you
    Past present future is of no value
    As you and me in present be
    Lost in each other
    Becoming one

  2. The V Pub says:

    There’s something very primal, visceral about the word fuck and your use of it. Your art is you and you are your art, and to desire someone to take the two as one is also visceral. Wonderful poem, Chrissy.

    1. Chrissy says:

      oh, thank you for saying, I agree, sometimes there is just no other word that describes an emotion than fuck. no?

      1. The V Pub says:

        Yes, it’s irreplaceable. Sometimes making love seems so milquetoast. Fuck captures the rage of love.

        1. Chrissy says:

          indeed it does, two different meanings though

          1. The V Pub says:

            One infers emotional attachment, while the other physical satisfaction only. Am I close? 😀

          2. Chrissy says:

            precisely lol

          3. The V Pub says:

            Whew! I was getting a bit nervous that I had missed the meaning. 😉

          4. Chrissy says:

            honestly, it’s all in the interpretation, you can’t really be wrong if you think about it
            🙂 perhaps I’ll write a poem about it now. brb

          5. The V Pub says:

            I’d love to read it!

          6. The V Pub says:

            I’m on my way!

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