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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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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
Thank you.
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.
oh, thank you for saying, I agree, sometimes there is just no other word that describes an emotion than fuck. no?
Yes, it’s irreplaceable. Sometimes making love seems so milquetoast. Fuck captures the rage of love.
indeed it does, two different meanings though
One infers emotional attachment, while the other physical satisfaction only. Am I close? 😀
precisely lol
Whew! I was getting a bit nervous that I had missed the meaning. 😉
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
I’d love to read it!
On it!
done !
I’m on my way!