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Chasing Wanderlust
The most important part of poetry
is how it makes you travel through time,
place. I have my spacesuit on ready
to touch stars. meet me at the ocean.
you’re so ridiculous, did you see i did the dishes for you
love me now
fill up my glass
oh, how i love you now
the way you come through the door
and kiss space with two grand steps.
telling me how my beauty is so deep
even you have to dig
that’s why you love me
because every day i give you the shovel.
living and knowing you has been the best part
of my life
how could i have done anything without you?
this is my poetry
how quotes mean nothing
until i whisper them in your ear.
remember when we went to Puerto Plata
and i wore those fuck me boots
and short shorts? remember the party
in the basement with strangers
everyone grabbed our asses
we laughed and touched each other
in the back seat of the cab?
we keep on chasing wanderlust
in the front seat of sanity
with our seat belts off.
speaking foreign languages spreading love
through sand castles,
it’s the 70’s
and my foot went right into the Tupperware
when the car crashed and our necks snapped.
you know the grammar rules
now try to apply them
to your life.
Comments:
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Hmmmm. What are “fuck me boots?”
you don’t know? seriously?
Wah. No. I’m a little naive. My youngest daughter got a tattoo on her lower back and one of the medics I worked with said “oh, that’s a fuck me tattoo.” I said “oh, no. Hers is a moon and stars.” Needless to say, I was laughed out of the station.
I didn’t get around when I was young….or old for that matter. 🙁
tall high heeled boots often worn by strippers
over the knee
just below the thigh
lol
Oh! I just thought those were “tall boots.” I’m learning a lot on here….I’m really regretting not experiencing those “slutty college years.” LOL
you’re too funny!
I’m just a Southern ding-bat who had never been around the proverbial block. When I was running EMS, a few of the guys asked me if my carpet matched my drapes and I said “actually, it does.” It really did…but they weren’t talking about carpet and drapes, of course. Then they started calling me a MILF. I thought it was because I drank so much milk. It really was an education…working with those guys…but I’m still pretty naive. LOL
no worries, my son’s once commented milf and cookies on a picture he posted and i didn’t get it kept on thinking milk no?
LOL. I wouldn’t have gotten it either.
i mean my son’s friend!
okay gonna shut up now and write a poem, this coffee is kicking in finally!
Thank you, didn’t know it either since English is not my first language 🙂
what is your first language?
It is German. 🙂
oh my shatzi xo :)))
Chrissy…love this 🙂 I love fuck me boots , <3
too old too wear them in public now lol
Love it wow… all that passioin!
F-Me boots notwithstanding, I think an excellent piece of writing – an enabler for travel through time and place. 🙂 —CC
Thank you so much.
❤️❤️❤️ it!
xo
hahaha you guys are making my day today! thank you, but you are too kind! at 19 omg was i ever! more victoria secret wink wink
Still are 😉 😉 You’re stunning 🙂
awww thank you lovely, as you are Carisa xoxoxo
Girl, I might be in love with you if you keep saying those words 😉 <3
Reblogged this on Christina Strigas .
crashed and snapped
~
waking up holding
cinderella’s kiss me slippers
only in a fantasy can reality die