Seduce me

with your poetry and words from a long forgotten era

attach bits of my soul to the commas

float near my aura through space

connect my broken parts

with pen strokes.

 

I ache for more.

 

Flatter me and taunt me

like a hunting snake

open up my word bank

you know exactly, precisely

what to say.

 

I am a mess

a sleepless lover

 

I feel the emptiness pour out of me

wherever you are not. In my dreams

you are there. In my wake

you are there.

 

My soul is not taking no for an answer.

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About Chrissy

I'm a Montreal, Greek-Canadian teacher & author. Sometimes I'm all of these, sometimes I'm none of these. Music is my life. Art is my life. Reading is my life. My children are my life. My husband is my life. I have self-published three books: Althia's Awakening, Althia's Calling and Althia's Journey along with Zaharoula Sarakinis; based on her life as a spiritualist. My manuscript was recently accepted by Muse it Up Publishing for Fall 2014; a paranormal romance with a love triangle. My wordpress blog explores some vampire romance, my recent obsession, and of course an abundance of poetry for the soul. Writing is a journey that never ends! View all posts by Chrissy

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