And so, with him, the marble body of Apollo would not be so easily outdone.
Look how Hephaestus' muscle-clad arms would not surrender,
    nor would his.
Look how Dionysus would weep at the acid in his vineyard veins,
    eyelids struck with Zeus's violet lightning,
And so the blood in which Ares bathes drips down the fault lines in his chalky palms,
    lips pinker than the silk of a woman, smoother than Eros's thighs, feet bruised like Heracles's would have been.
Our modern day Paris, gorgeosity incarnate,
    even in that livid instant of death.

I entered this world alone; I'll exit the same way.

A night of sowing
Uncomfortable impressions,
Fading into blue distance.
Wanting nothing,
               Except one.
To much to ask?
Forget it.  
Anything could follow
           anger, shame or love,
Love so heavy.
Infinitely more everyday,
Light-years behind this new longing.
Ignorant of the real world
    missing    piece.

Stupid dreams,
        Don’t know anything.
Mudded in older with,
        Without waiting...
For Airport Embrace &
    The Picture Show

Wind worn hair and skin,
Dry and tight,

Because the wind blows cold at night,

And I have to travel great distances to get to you,
And you will only receive me,
When shocked.

So I disrobe along the street's side walks to display my desperation.

And when I knock,
Knock at your door with knuckles stiffened, cracking,
And you rush it open swinging, bringing me back into your sanctity,

To find I've come in ******* form to claim love like a debtor,
I see the draining of your forces behind impenetrable gates,
As we converse under the false pretense of

Continuing conversation.

And when I'm walking home,
Wearing what you've lent me,

Feeling sullen, but cared for,

I realize, remember,
You've never gotten what I've delivered to so many friends and lovers,

And that's when I feel alone.
My demands seen through your eyes.
Leaning as I walk toward a place polite and graceless.

Flashes of silver darts.
Diminutive dancing.
Entrenched in youthful memories.
Mesmerizing the sea.
Seaside salty sailors.
Sand eels.
Summer seas.
Rock pools.
Summer fools.
Caught on the anglers line.
Reeled in, escorted on a day trip to the sea.
(c) Livvi

Unresolved.

The ache, acute,

Confounding reach for ascension,
Gripping the doors, the floors, the tightening
Of muscles wrench against a whine.


Annoyance, pain, and aggravation
Require a fabric to tear,
They manifest themselves by ripping
At what we hold most dear

And leave holes where once was wholeness.

When others can resolve a misconception,
And render the ripping a figment
Of perception,

To what end does silence travel?

Or,
Like a tailor,
Should I resolve myself and learn to stitch,
At what others cannot see, or claim, or reach beneath.

Or lift.