Ageless-Christina Strigas

Christina Strigas

I know that age matters not

right now, but then it did.

It mattered when we raced against

the wind. I was just a babe in your arms.

You were a man even as a teenager.

You had this way of bringing me love

on a tray, and spoiling me until

I was full on your love. I had it

all, for a brief time. I showed you

my cuts and bruises

and you kissed them. Your lips

on my shoulders within seconds.

My hands unbuckling your belt

in such a frantic youthful way

in an ageless time

between this world and the next.

Let’s remember where we were

and lament the age of us.

It matters that you see past

the girl. We felt invincible

and will never know that freedom

again, that youthful love we held

onto so naurally.

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Author: braveandrecklessblog

A former clinical social worker, I am a research administrator, writer and artist. I started writing fiction and poetry in my pre-teen years and most recently have been writing essays at the intersection of popular culture, politics, world events and my personal experience. I take the world seriously but believe that the ability to laugh at myself is essential to my survival. I am rediscovering myself at 50 after being defined primarily by my roles for the last 18 years. I refuse to be invisible. I honor my voice. I write because I have to.

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