I met a person I could never live without exactly one year ago. I met him and now I can never forget him.
I met this boy and fell absolutely in love with the idea of me knowing him and him knowing me. Knowing each other's faults, knowing each other's weaknesses, knowing that I could find a quiet place in him and him knowing he could find that in me.
I met this total aloof and complex guy and he's the only one I can truly talk to, the only one who I can just be completely silent with. I remember when our feelings for each other had blossomed into a rather obvious thing, we would get away from our group of friends and walk over to the playground. Somedays we would talk and talk and talk, about everything ( we always filled the other in about our lives because we didn't see each other often) other days we would sit beside each other in silence. I felt his stare as I looked at down at my feet, when I looked up he looked away quickly. He looked so fragile yet so strong, his complexity was so intriguing. In those days we were aware of all the things that would go wrong, we aware of all the terribly wonderful events that would occur between us and we still decided to become entwined in each other's lives

I would happily suffer
   because of how much I love you
I will put myself through misery
    just so you feel no pain
I would walk on flames
     and put them out
         so you can walk through
I will drive myself insane
     so you can have no part of the blame
I just wanna believe
        that you love me
               that much too

Nine months of anguish, despair and fear
Waiting for your child to appear
All that activity in your belly
The times drawing near you shake like jelly
Our son arrived safe and well
Pride and joy making hearts swell
Murray Alexander a name to remember
A loving mum so caring and tender
I'd do it again one after the other
For the happiness a child brings a father and mother
We'll give him the best there is in life
Long after he's gone and taken a wife
All that we ask for in return
Is his continuous love for his dad and his mum

When I was 22
I came across a man.
I immediately knew
he was my soul mate.

I felt that Id known him
Indefinitely and that we'd
Always been together.

We fell in love and married.

My husband is a modest man.
His greatest quality is
Kindness, followed closely
by his sense of humor.
He is also very intelligent,
wise and humble.

He is a truly superlative
Human being.

What is most important
Is that he has loved me
Unconditionally, for 31 years
We are both 53. And I have
Returned his love.

Our marriage is sacred
and something as apparently banal
As holding hands,
Is a sacrament.

His great hobby is to
tinker on Lotus cars.

He has 3 cars and
A man cave that is truly
A shrine to cars
And car parts.

The shrine has
It's own furnace
And air conditioning.

You have to make sure...
To keep your cars warm
In Winter!
We live in Minnesota,
after all!

There are some areas
where we could grow.

One area is that he
occasionally, does not take care
of his physical health.
I then, worry about his health
for him.  

But, ultimately, he is an adult.
He has to make his own choices
And I have to accept
his health choices.

He is a manly man, and
is very stoic.  That is not
my favorite quality.
He will not share his pain
with me.

What I have learned is that part of
Love is to accept your spouse's
weaknesses.

In that way
I've fallen in love with his stoicism.
It's part of the whole of
Who he is.
You have to love the WHOLE person.

Every day I appreciate him.
Every day I tell him
how much I love him
Every day I am grateful
to have such a wonderful man
in my life.

What a blessing it is!
There is nothing better in life,
than my husband!  

When he enjoys tinkering
with his cars,
I am truly happy for him and
I share in his joy.

I want to grow old with Dave
I want to retire with him.
We want to retire to Oregon.

I want to LOVE him
Until my dying breath.

Id like to be with him,
Forever.

Beyond Death,
As well.

I believe Love
transcends death.

My heart pumps out Love.
I cannot stop giving into it.
Motherhood is my Veil.

My heart pumps out Love.
It lands like pollen.
Sticks to everything.

I thought, that was as it should be,
that my love would leave it's mark.
Not easy to brush away.

But it's not that way.
My love, though beautiful,
need not latch on to be potent.

My heart pumps out Love.
Better as a gentle breeze.
To rise up as a cooling wave. 

Invisible and unconditional.*


Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.

It was start of March
The beginning of rains
I was on top of him
****
Blankets around my waist
******* exposed
His taste
Still sweet
Inside my cheeks

We were talking
In the midst of it all
We were laughing
And joking
And play fighting

I was in love with him.....

I giggled against his lips
And he pulled the blankets up
Over our heads
Dark and so hot
We could almost lose our breath

He kissed me slow
His fist in my hair
He tugged me up
And then
He whispered in my ear
"I ******* love you"
I let out a sigh
Holding back tears
I wouldn't cry

Instead I pretended
I hadn't heard
Just to hear it again
Sure of his words

He repeated it
Then I begged him shut up
"You don't have to say it"
I felt it
Enough

I didn't want another lie
He looked me in my ******* eyes
"I know I don't have to, but I ******* do"
He said it again
"I ******* love you"

And with that
I let go
And let him catch me
"I ******* love you too"
And that's the memory
Of the night
I can say
I loved most truly
Still actually do
Though now
It's only
As stated above
A memory
Of the night
I fell .... Red

©MV

I'll tell you what it's like....
You'll smile at the thought of him
His whisper will convince you
That fire is pleasurable
Your heart will pound for him
And his, will calm your spiraling soul
You'll fight and try to hide your love
But it will flow out of you like water
Every wall, crumbled
He will control you
He will bend your neck to suit him
Tug at your hair
Control your breathing
Limit your air
You'll beg for death
Upon his lips
Only so that his
Could be your final kiss
You'll miss and ache
The moment you part
The soreness, the sweetest
Memory
And your heart?!
Will never again be
Even slightly yours
And you will long
To stay forever heartless
As long as it meant
You belonged to him
Eternally
Though it may just be
For a moment
A second
His......

©MV (drafting)

when the telephone rang
at six in the morning
four days before Christmas Eve
   I knew
things were not right

they told me
   my father had died
   at three in the morning
   and would I please come by
   arrange for the burial
   and collect his belongings
at the senior citizens home
where he had spent
the last four years
of his life

they had rested him nicely
he looked at peace
I kissed him on his forehead
   like I always had
   at the end of my visits
and cast a last long look at his figure
   before the body would be taken away

    and suddenly I noticed
       how big his hands were
    they’d never seemed so prominent before

as if in death they sent me a reminder
of how much he had loved his hands
   for work   for play  for sports
   for fight and for survival
   to point and to gesticulate
      they held me as a baby and
         some times
      slapped me as a child
   they repaired toys   split wood
   built sheds   drove cars and motor bikes
   were patient and precise
   caressed and soothed and loved

they were his life
they held his world

my father’s hands

She flew over the mountain to the other side
to meet a wizard that was wise
wanting to look into his eyes
where there were magic flowers everywhere
of golden colors in pinks, and blues
he taught her everything that he knew
that's' when she found out he was true
no harm, or foul play would come to her
there was magic floating everywhere
that's when the wizard showed he cared

her soul to keep from all that's bad ...
he waved his wand up in the air
and, he gave her everything that he had.