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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


Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
My Skin
The last of my kind
There’ll be no more after me
I’m a flightless bird
With useless wings
Dumb and wild and free
Take a good hard look
At what you’ve done to me

On display
In my solitary incarceration
I pace in circles
So the camera will see
Look at my stripes fade
Take a good hard look
At what you’ve done to me

I had no fear of anyone
‘til you got ahold of me
The moon shone through the trees
A spotlight in my final serenade
No brothers left
And there’ll be no more after me

This poem has been a product of the combined efforts of myself and the lovely prrtybrd
I'm not one who pours myself out and then disappears when I get bored after a few months and moves on so quickly to the next.

You were.

That was our major difference.
that's the reality of it.
AB:

Coming home to a city full of hateful people there,
That ain't fun,
I needed time ,
but time was ruined and spared,
My friends use to be chill,
But now carry around guns,
If only I could rewind,
Back to a time,
When everything was fine,
When everything didn't cost so much,
All you needed was quarters , nickels and dimes,
Not like today,
When my mother doesn't have the time,
Looking at it,
Like I'll never have a better future,
But so it told,
And with hate,
They want to introduce exposure,
To a world of bad memories,
Life full of enemies,
I wish I could make it better,
By time traveling.

WSQF:

i remember baby ruths for a fifth of a quarter
when the streets didn't need all this law and order
when martin luther appeased the masses
and the politicians didn't show their *****
when kennedy gave all of us hope
and the whole world wasn't high on dope
i like the woolworths reataurant
the five and dime was my favorite haunt
and the only thugs who carried guns
were the mafia types...you know the ones
i think this world is at full scream
somehow we lost that american dream
and if i had one wish i would unravel
time as we know it for that backward travel.
Anybody else wish they go back to a good time ???
Thanks quin :)
I had no idea what I was looking for, I just knew that you were it.
To see I cry
What's happening
Our world destroyed
By evil drug kings

2C-I smiles
Kids try, then die
How can one smile
On such deadly high
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