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 Jan 2015
Sia Jane
Where are you in this midnight sky?
as not too long from here
your lips grazed mine
Chanel Rouge Allure ever lasting
remains.
I still have traces of
tram marks left by
Vamp Rouge Noir nails and
I trace your soul on each
& every scratch.
You winked as you left
you said in such guileful ways
you must know
I always come back
you just never know
how long it'll be.
For as predictable as
we are - a pair of boomerangs
knowing we'll always be
reunified by powers far greater
than us -
we never know when or how,
even why.
Where are you in this midnight sky?
if I count the times
my missing you is felt,
it's as futile as
******* for virginity.
The mere distance between
you & I -untangible, immeasurable.
For as long as our souls
inevitably bounce back,
that time, that space in
star filled nights
& crescent moon skies
become a vacuum of all
lost or loved.
Every time we meet our
halogen balloon hearts

rise
rise
rise


&
in a time span unfathomable

sinking

Velociously.

© Sia Jane
This posted before I had completed it!!!!!
 Jan 2015
AFJ
she says she's excited,
more excited than when she read..

i'm still tryna make a prequel, but the script is in my head,

like,
her beauty was that of natures, sacred & amorous..
such a fine, divine, kind.. couldn't be captured by a camera lens..
&my; sole dream was to lay on that land of bliss..
till her hands grip the sheets &she; pounds them like hammer fists.

her taste.
like a heaven-sent, angel scent wine..
laced,
with a hint of forbidden nectar from the fruit of divine..

&sav;; some for dessert may have been the past deal..
but in this prequel, im digging in like its my last meal,

&her; pronunciation of vowels, is elite..
in fact, she invents a new sound whenever i go deep.

deeper than the ocean, our emotions have no depth.
&like; the sea the aftermath made it seem like we had wept*.




-afj
 Jan 2015
Sjr1000
I can project any fantasy
on you,
I don't even have to know you
really
I can love you truly
fondly, dearly
internal chemistry
hot hot hot
inside to inside
mingling
in
the early early
morning
in the late late
night.

You are my pixel cowboy
on a Saturday night.
I know you need a
woman like me
to believe.
I can pretend to
satisfy
your every need.
Magical love in 10 words
what's there not to believe?

Turn it on
turn me on
light me up.
We never go backwards,
We always go forward
each interaction
starts us anew.
It's perfect for me and you.

We can get it on
get it off,
We can meet
I don't have to be there
who said I wasn't
the perfect woman
for a cowboy like you?

Virtual love,
an endless Western horizon
now that's our song
sing with me baby
we'll stream our dreams.
~Christi Michaels~

Dark Shadows of My Soul
Memories finally revealed,
Yet always known.

Arches set deep within stone
Labored creake of hinges
Massive wooden doors
My breath, heavy just moments before,
quiets upon the entering.
Dark Shadows of My Soul

Three steps down,
Entering the majestic room.
Domed ceilings. Stucco stained
with colors from long, long ago.
I walk towards windows.
Tall, deep n' narrow overlooking My Realm below.
A knowing. A deep seated
rememberance of a life once lived.
Dark Shadows of My Soul

Secrets, locked away in gilded boxes..
Vessels holding unspoken truths
Trap doors leading to dungeons
concealed beneath intricately woven rugs.
Taste of the air. ****** breads,
roasting meat.
Acrid smoke wafting from Soddy hearths
Dark Shadows of My Soul

Raven ringlets cascading.
A waterfall down my open back.
Pearl woven braids
adorn the crown of my head.
My ******* constrained.  
Rising...cresting  
With each breath.
Brocade and lace lay gently
across my hands, kissing my fingers
My neck long, regal. I hold posture of a Princess.  
My full skirts sweep and polish
these stone floors from time till eternity

Will begin the journey.
Delve into this sordid past.
Facing, long at last  
Deamons. Lies of Old
Embracing now
Dark Shadows of One's Soul



Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved.
#ilovedoinglines
Quote from Barnabas Collins,
the Motion Picture: Dark Shadows.
Starring: Johnny Depp, 2012 originating from the
T.V. series Dark Shadows (1966-1971)
  Barnabas Collins, a 175-year-old vampire from Collinsport, Maine. Having bridged the centuries, he has been both an adversary and an ally to his extended family members over the course of several generations.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I loved Ireland. Felt one within the Castles. This peice, though originally a challenge, fulfilled the " Dark Shadows of My Soul"
 Jan 2015
betterdays
My body
Your playground
Our delight

I do not speak
This truth often enough
I play with the words

I forget you need these words
They are your strong trees,
Sun and rain and soil

I  forget the tall strong branches
that shelter us...all

Are made of small things
that still need, sustenance
to grow.

I do not decline to speak this truth,
not from harshness or forgetfulness.

But simply because,
it is before me always
Like breath or hope
It is in the air and always deep within the essence of my being

I have hope that this my life
That these my better days
Sing the truth in alleuhja chorus's
For the world to see and dance to...

but yet we all need,
these truths whispered often into a waiting ear....

You my my oak,
You are my one true love,
My joy, my hope,
my friend.



Your body
My playground
Our delight.
 Jan 2015
DC raw love
if you say you don't love me
lock the door and throw away the key

when i dream at night, i dream of you and me
please don't turn your back on me
your the only thing to see

we've come so far
please stay with me
which i pray to god for everyday

save all your love for me
give me something to believe in
 Jan 2015
Amanda In Scarlet
You are loving me from afar,
From within your dreams,
My heart flutters and the world turns
In a perfect circle,
Bringing me closer to you.

Do you feel the significance
Of the turning of the year?
A new page, a new book for us to begin,
As our story continues,
Would others weep
To read of our imperfect escape?

Far away, and closer than the beat of my heart,
You are thinking of me,
Smiling and sighing.
The world turns
In a perfect circle,
Bringing you home, to my love.
 Jan 2015
ajit peter
Answer my destinys call
Where doth my future fall
looking deep in the crystall ball
my journeys step stall

fear of failure fear to fail
eludes the victory heart frail
broken dreams in lifes trail
a ruderless ship broken sail

conjure thy magic crystal ball
Show my way in summer and fall
let not fail the hearts call
Courage to walk tall

Through the misty glass I seek
thunder storm lighting streak
Shining sun brightening souls weak
Whispered pains in ears doth speak

show my way let not fall
hold my hand hear my call
give me strength good for all
conjure thy magic oh crystall ball
 Jan 2015
Emma Pickwick
I can't stop thinking about how everyone is someone, but at the same time everyone is no one.
in the cold, frozen, the code will not work,

nor will the counting with interuptions, all

things moved about.



there is a discount, on top the discount, so

a discussion ensued on buttons,

roman costumes, whether egyptians

used starch back then.



my mother did, mixed it, dissolved

the lumps in a bowl ready. stiffened the chairbacks

pinned them in place tidy.



we hoped it was not a plastic sheet that covered

the bed shining, glad to see it

was mostly sateen.



sbm.
 Jan 2015
Traveler
Tip'toeing around
An endless maze
Of hypocrisy
Thankfully grounded
In a state tolerance

Paradigm of equality
Yes I do believe
We shall all
Live forever
In or out
Of time

As our soul reflect
Within the fires
Of personal subjectivities

Transparent truths
Of who we really are
Burning eternally
The path goes beyond
Creation
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