Me,
I feel like ice cream.
I melt at your touch,
loving your great taste.
I drip,
you move too close to me.

You moved close to me a while ago.
You fed my head with strawberries and laid my head beneath the trees.
You saved me from the rippling breeze.
My body you kept so warm.
You were charming.
I was calmed,
after many storms.
The breeze turned into a raging gale,
as on a branch my heart impaled.
You said you loved me.
As we stroked the sapphire dragonfly,
passion before our eyes.
I melted,
a pool of slush.
My heart a remnant,
in a pool of soggy sticky slush.
As a fool,
now I drown.
I drown in the tears of the poetic clown.
(C) Livvi

The gift of the mother,
the gift for the newborn life.
Protection,
immunity,
bonding,
building,
growth,
attachment­,
discrete.

Disgusting,
vile,
threatening,
how could she?
how could she sit there,
sit there with her breast exposed?

Are you hungry?
Would you create a drama?
would you make a fuss
if you were hungry,
maybe you'd be quieter than the hungry babe in arms,
because you understand,
the principle of feeding on demand.

You moan about the screeching,
you're preaching and groaning,
that wailing's assaulting your ears,
the infant that's screaming producing no tears,
The child has such hunger pangs,
and still you cuss and make a fuss.
Mum's breast's discrete,
her baby's sweet,
all he wants to do is eat!
(C) LIvvi

My heart beats iambic pentameter
suggesting maybe I was born to write

The very beginning seemed to be an end
Never realizing, standing on shaky ground
They built an abode, destined to fall
Not even the four walls could protect
Hearts developed rifts with differences
Crumbled like sand castles, swept away by tears

Just us,
those last moments,
(not that we
expected them to be).

Those final words,
mundane,
with Ok
and See you
tomorrow then
or some such like.

Then the departure;
no last embrace,
no hint of final going
into the far off sunset.

Just us, my son,
those last words.

I cannot recall
your first words spoken
nor now your last
with any precision.

Your death was not
my idea or decision,
nor yours to decide
or to know it seems.

Surreal maybe
as in half sleeps
or waking dreams.

I talk to you still
even though you've gone
to other realms
beyond my sense so far.

Sometimes I sense you
passing out of my eye's
corner view
like some shooting
(did I see that?)
star.

WRITER'S BLOCK

When you left you stole my burning heart.
You stole my drive.

You never stole my ambition.
No-one ever will.

You stole my crayons and melted them.
You made my pen run out.

Writer's block crept in,
it's an expectant execution block.

Just now,
I'm cold and lonely.
My eyes mere trenches of emptiness.
I fought my war with passion.

Now I'm dying inside.
I'm crying inside.
I am the Mona Lisa,
But, moaning I am not.
(C) Livvi

I want to treat you like a piece of fruit,
I want to peel off all your clothes,
I want to taste your juices.
I want to steal your pips and plant them deep,
within in my fertile garden.
I am your Eve and you my Adam,
Darling, just do as you're told,
and you can call me madam .
(c) LIVVI x

Love is a monster.
with huge scary teeth,
they're concealed behind a magnificent smile.
which, smiles indiscretion,
in the blink of an eye,
with a mischievous wink.

It hides in your heart,
but you'll never release it,
never again.

There's a corner at the end of your street,
It could almost be a Parisian walkway,
in a coffee shop,
pull up a seat,
take your coffee,
like a love affair,
make sure it's super hot,
May your eyes meet,
exchange glances,
Eyes fixed.
You know you want to beat that monster,
with all you're heart and all your mind.

But,the sirens are eternally alive,
they wail noisily,
as always,
just a beautiful diversion,
to steer you onto the rocks.
(c) Livvi