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 Feb 2015 memineI
wordvango
at times
 Feb 2015 memineI
wordvango
I say, love,
actually when meaning peace
I felt on the meadow loam
stretching out on my back,

or the forest numerous  in visions
my sight so outnumbered
I cannot resolve any one tree.

Or, may I have thought of the
******* tryst I envision
looking at the stars of the universe.

Come I see,days and nights, trees
valleys hills to love, feasts
of days

reading, Thoreau , Walt Whitman,
next to you.
~Christi Michaels~January 2015~

We could talk about Us
honest, open, kind
find a mid point
that makes sense
for both Our minds
lay out confusion
smooth it out right
no more discomfort
enveloping precious nights
Our puzzle all in pieces
need to reconnect
find the matching patterns
place them back correct
disheartening
so much anger
beneath the day to day
want Our world right again 
make this heart hurt go away.
take a few steps back
embrace a new fresh start
hope for Our future
things come together
not fall apart


Copyright ©  2015 Christi Michaels
All Rights Reserved.
We Could
 Feb 2015 memineI
Amitav Radiance
Sometimes you are caught
Between the intersections
Of you and your reflection
Wondering, about the reality
So much happens between
Exchanges with your reflection
Mirroring what you want to see
And what reality actually is
Try to touch the portrayed image
Segregate the inner reality
And the outer façade for the world
Mirror what you really are
And your reflection will embrace you
Given the clarity, that shatters
The reflection of a reflection
Thus blossoms the image from the heart
Mirror will be glistening with pride
Why do I write at night?
Why?
I'm in love with night's velvet caress
It's silence
It's cold air whispering words
And the taste of anticipation.....
that those words, once tasted, heard and felt
Will be read aloud,caressed by tongues
and become alive.
© JLB
22/02/2015
02:12 GMT
 Feb 2015 memineI
wordvango
I write this letter to my ******
chaste poisonous version
wondering
if kissing is
confused
with love

I drop to my knees revising
poetically describing
somewhere
above me
transfused
in lust
I take the blame
if that saves it.
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