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her cough
is a song

her silence
is that of healing

i hope
i hope

she is here
near enough
for me to hear

the sighs
i welcome her sighs
her
tired bones

i send hugs
to the next room
blow sweet kisses

there will be
no acknowledgement
it matters not

her cough
is a song
to me

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Copyright © 2017.
Christi Michaels.
MoonFlower-Fluer de Luna
All Rights Reserved.
There is space
between the moments.
No catch in my breath.
I harbor no fear this eve
of loved ones lost,
or unexpected anger.

The pups are content.
Tired from barking
at fireworks.
Colors blazed in the sky.
Bonfire set to coals.
To cool till morn

I am calm tonight
No quiver in my belly
anticipating a tremor.
A fresh breeze
finds me.
My mind floats
on the cool dry air.

And so...
I am calm tonight
and this is good.

Copyright © 2017.
Christi Michaels.
MoonFlower-Fluer de Luna
All Rights Reserved.
There is space
between the moments.
No catch in my breath.
I harbor no fear this eve
of loved ones lost,
or unexpected anger.

The pups are content.
Tired from barking.
Fireworks, colors
blazed in the sky.
Bonfire set to coals,
to cool till morn.

I am calm tonight.
No quiver in my belly
anticipating a tremor.
A fresh breeze
finds me.
My thoughts
float on the cool dry air.

And so...
I am calm
and this is good.


Copyright © 2017.
Christi Michaels.
MoonFlower-Fluer de Luna
All Rights Reserved.
Tips of pine
Curves of birch curls
Against the crimson scarlet
slight of eve
I rest my eyes

Gently, I wipe the soft oak table
Cotton and lace draped
Fruit ń avocados
nestled in a bowl
A sweet for the morning

The day dissolves
My weary mind
My weary bones
My heart...weary

I turn from the world
Tuning into only the
simplest, base sounds
Hues of gentle reflection

The angst that
has gripped
too many moments
of too many hours
of too many days
Just now begins to ebb
Just now able
to breathe
at a gentle gait

Three down comforters and
feather pillows fluffed into a nest
My shoulders can rest
Lights down low,
I find my warmth
within this
divine softness

Shutting down...
The sounds,
the warmth
my breath
Let the dreams take me away


#shuttingdown
Copyright © 2017.
Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
I've kept this pain away.
Held it at bay,
since the day
of Your
unwanted
touch.

Now You are old.
I take care,
as this is My loving
duty. Reversal of
roles.

Time has stilled
the tremors
of angst.
Turmoil and
discomfort.

Yet, when bothered,
Your harsh tones
enter My body
and heart,
unwanted.

Perturbation
with words,
accusations that
I was the
troubled one...

Grown Woman
that I am,
I find myself
11 years old
once again


Copyright © 2016. Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
~♢~☆~♢~

A kiss of breath
This delight,
To inhale twilight.
Ride the nightlight to the stars.

To kiss the breath within
each moment
Free from introspection,
doubt and regrets.
It is here, I yearn to dwell.

No fear of neglect.
No fear of offense.
No fear of fear.

Yet, ever vigil,
to a slight variance of mood.
Of circumstance.
Of changes that determine
outcomes and future.

Fear of loss.
Fear of rejection.
Fear of fear.

I succomb to this perception.
Live in accordance
within the rules and structure
that appear to maintain order  
to each of my days

Yet I await, with anticipation...
To kiss the breath within
each moment

This delight.
To inhale twilight.
Ride the nightlight to the stars

~♢~☆~♢~**

Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved.
❣ An honor, ThankYou ❣
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