* * * *
Today, a breeze rides thru
the window across her bed,
reaching me on the other side.
My clean bare feet resting near.

The sanctuary,
sheets so Soft
comforters comforting.
Flowers fragrant,
her colors, fresh each day.

Her body has taken shape,
like the center of a spiral shell.
A soft curled position.
Hands tucked. Delicate cheeks
resting upon them.

Two years now wondering
will her life return.
The pain pushes through her
too much to bear.
She awaits for the inevitable.
The deliverance.

I am watching over.
One of her people
this time in her life.
There are the others,
tending the difficult task
of daily living.
The dearest ones.
Facing the inevitable
hurt of losing her.

I am one of the blessed ones.
Chosen to care and
weave my love,
into the tenuous, quiet oasis
that has become her life.

Understanding,
wisdom and grace, envelop us.
A delicate tenderness abounds,
these precious moments of our day.



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Remember when We
talked about it
l'll bear your children
One day...

We will have Girls
You said
It will be OK

No rush
8 years Together
Before we both Agreed..
2 little She's were Born
Cute as they could Be

Now their Growing Up
not as easy
As it once Was..
Trouble is
I did not Understand
Your Judgement...
Because

Based on Days
Good or Bad
then
you can have your say
When Life is Great they are
Your Girls..
A Fathers Pride and Joy..

When Things get Tough,
it's a Rough Day..
they are Mine
All Mine
when Your' Annoyed

They are
Your Girls
you Yell At Me
Come
Take them Away

Doesn't matter
Never matters
if it's Night
or Day

So they are Mine?
Yes, My Girls
I am proud to say
Through Thick and Thin
Through Anything
I am Here to Stay

My Girls
Really?
As if it Didn't take 2

Yes they are My
Our Girls...
Wonder where that
Leaves You


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color buff..honey, mellow
sandy beach
soft 'n creamy
golden yellow

cascading the horizon 
rising to take flight
illuminous
radiant desert
in full moons sight

soft curves flowing
bending in
to roll out
over muscles
planes, ridges
territories
luscious, full, round

breath of air brings coolness
with it's gentle touch
warmth settles down
soft, relaxing
cloak wrapped 'round

my skin is my protector
the space I live within
the most
vulnerable part of me
exposed for all to see

so soft, luscious to the touch
sensitive beyond compare
holds memories, desires
of moments
wondrous
exquisite shares


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trees wrapped in lights glitter
shine and sparkle under moons night
open land, expansive
to run
to slide
snow so white and soft like clouds
absorbs our bodies fall

pines and firs a canopy
casting gaze on all below
branch tips wrapped in delicate ice
magic wands
hovering o're our heads
this eve of moonlit glow


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Makes no sense to Me
Throwing Themselves
into Crowds
Crazy "BLACK FRIDAY"

How could this Happen?
Black Friday is now Thurday
Goodbye Thanksgiving

Black Friday is Here
Scariest Day of the Year
You Could be Trampled**

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Mind Fights with Me
Words instead of Slumber
Eyes Ache to See

Grasping Prosodies
Finding Wonder
Stories Anxious to be Freed

Sleep becomes Elusive
Needed so Desperately

I Hesitate to Stop the Stream
Thoughts that Tumble Thru
The Flow that Bubbles
Forth from Me
Becomes my Dearest Truth**


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~▪~
30 years
Our lives intricately woven
A tight knit cloth
Now frayed
come undone
by time
neglect
The living of life

How do I resolve my aloneness
Thrive within it
Having yet to
aquire the ability
to withstand the unrequited desire
of companionship once known

Still too painful for me
this akward place
Others have found ease
even solice in this
autonomous reality
An existence to me
so foreign

I keep awaiting for the hurt to subside
believing that Love
will find it's home
once again inside my heart
~▪~

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memories still close
babies suckled from my *******
so dear and tender

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butterfly hovers
sweetest nectar pollen branch
light wind changes course


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I Wanna a Man that wants Me
Laying in his bed 
Soft curls nestled
just beneath his head
Long legs wrapped
'round Mine
holding me tight
Pulling us down into the
soft nest of night

In His strong soft arms I would lay
Till morning meets the misty break of day.

I Need a Man that loves the way
I smell, taste and breath
Cares for what I want
Considers what I need
Enjoys the way I form my thoughts
Listens to my dreams

I Wish a Man that accepts me
My peculiar ways.
treats like I am precious
In his strong arms I would Lay
Till morning kisses meet
The misty break of day

I Dream of a Man capable
accepting love from Me
Enjoys the way I touch His skin
Knows how Good things can be

Most of all I want a Man
That wants to be loved too
A Man that never
hesitates to say
"Woman, I Love You"


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bronze hand alludes towards
path entering nirvana
ecstasy awaits
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ripe wild blueberries
nestled under tall fir trees
sweet **** juice bursts forth


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mountain clouds surround
ancient stone walls rough
and smooth
secrets deep within


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rewrite this story
in way its never been told
ready to unfold


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great sadness~sorrow
lurking deep beneath laughter
holding hands as one*



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laying in stillness
one can perceive energy
swirling trapped within*


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She does not lose well
will not forget
It will haunt Her
avorite Pencil
Tip Softened
Just So...
A Paw pushed it
Somewhere to a Secret Spot
Out of Vision
Her Reach
A Peice of Paper
Elusive, Yet there...
Lodged Deep Amidst
A Stack
of Most Important Things

She does not Lose Well...

Not in terms of Games or Competition..
But the things in Her Life
That Envelop Her World.
Tough, Scrappy,
Beautiful
Oh-So Tender
Holding all things Dear
Close to Her Heart

Loss is a Place of 
Deepest Contemplation
Her Memories
Are Alive
Vibrant..
Stay with Her
Immense Joy
Her Deep Well of Sadness
A Cachet of Stories
Reverberate
Expanding Outward
like Ripples in a Pond.

She does not Lose Well

The Creatures and People
That are Immersed
In Her Life
Even One Pulled Out
Leaves
Like a Building Block
A Tear
A Gap
A Hole in Her life

She does Not Forget
Or Minimize the
Pertinance of
Freindship
Love
A Moment that has
Touched Her Heart

When it is Time for
The Loss
The Breaking of Her Heart
Can be Felt through
Time
Space
Filled with Divine Wisdom
She is Able to See
All Aspects at Once.

The Purpose
The Moment
Becomes Filled
With Rainbows of Light
She will Bathe in that Beam...
Helps Guide Them Home
Knows Intuitively

She Trusts in the Divine
Finding There Solice
Amidst the Flutterings 
of
Her Tender, Broken Heart.
Grief Shrouds Her
A Mystical Shawl
A Veil that Holds her Dearly
till the Pain
Becomes at Least Bearable..

Then She will
Begin
To Tell Her Stories
Once Again.

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Today there was a
Tenderness
Been hidden for So Long

As if you Actually Saw Me
a Moment
Before You were Gone

You were Present
You felt Grounded
What you Expressed to Me

How I Wish this could Linger
Close as We Should Be

Been so Long
Since You
Have
Noticed

Been so Long
Since you Have
Wanted

Been so Long
Since you Have
Lovingly
Cast your Gaze
Upon Me

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Yes, I did enter
Willingly
Knowing myself
To Be...
Magical Strong,
An Exotic
Till the reflections back
Became all I could see

Stretched
Squashed 
Pulled sideways
Lost within
The House of Mirrors

This Distortion
Became my Reality
Stopped seeing the Self
I once knew to be true
Only Cracks
Faults 
Seem to show thru

It came to be
I began to believe
Distorted reflections
Looking back at me
It came to be
This Maze of Mirrors
Had finally swallowed Me

Till the Moment I Emerged
Seduced by Sound
Drawn to the Light
Sunshine and Warmth
Told the truth
Of my Being
This Place
Where I Matter
Possess Purpose
Grace

Have decided Now
That I''ve made it back
Made it back and
Found my way
Have decided
Now
That I have made
it back
This is where
I Choose to Stay


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Anger
Rage at Everything
Anything
Dissatistisfaction
Disappointment
Afflics the Sensory Receptors
Of Your Mind.

Except when you talk with certain Friends
laugh with your TV Shows,
Find a Tool you've left behind

Distance
Resistance
Displeasure
Judging
To Determine Fault in all things

Disgusted
Enraged
Blinded by Hate
Troubled
Always Bothered
No time to Visit or Date

Irritation towards Feelings that
Others may Have
Not interested
No concern
For the Path of Emotional Ruin
Left behind

Outrage!
Outrage!

Yes
You have become This Blind

Might as Well
You just Might as Well
You might as Well
With All your Anger
JUST...
BURN IT ALL DOWN


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Condensation
Formed the Cloud
That caused the Rain
To Fall
Gathering Force
Gathering Speed
Gravity pulling them down

Banging the roof
Pounding cement
Soaking into Grass

Washing Trees
Flowing with ease
Hungry to Kiss the Earth

Falling...........The Descent
Unexpected yet
Predetermined
Power in numbers
Joining into One
Filling Rivers
Lakes
The Dry parched ground

All hungry
Ravenous
Having waited For This moment
To Welcome
Ethereal Tears from Heaven


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Living
this Way Is
No way to Live

Avoiding all Contact
Eyes, Body and Space

Walking Carefully
So as not to Irritate
Careful of what I Say
Always
Always
On Guard

Because Whatever
Comes out
Of My Mouth
Might be the Piece
The Fault the Reason
That it
   All Falls Down.    


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The Evening Sky
Opens to a Canopy of Stars
Above Me
A warm
Yet cooling breeze
Swirls a gentle Push
Against my Legs
I am waiting Again
To have you acknowlege
My words
Knowing it will be
so much easier
To stay Quite
To Just Listen
To bite my Tongue
Swallow my Thoughts
When you Speak
Knowing it best to
Withhold
My Reactions
My Opinions

I have become Numb
Now to it all
Apprehension
fills my throat
When I am moved to Speak.
So much easier to look
To the Stars and Moon
for a Comfortable
Sharing of thoughts*


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Moonflower in the Pale Moon Light
Gently unfurling
Willingly to the Nights Delight

Cloistered under the Bright
Clear Sun.. Shutting Herself
Till the Day is Done

Secrets Revealed under the
Veil Of Darkness
Light of the Moon
The only Language
To which She Harkens

* * * *
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~Christi Michaels~November 2014~

A Moment
Luscious,
******
  
The yearning  
Yeilding to it...
Exquisite

Letting go at Last
Emraced in Passion


Then the need to
pull back
from the rawness of it all   


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