Jumped from his trusty steed, was desiring sweetness' touch.
Silently, he creeps through undergrowth so soft.
Sparkling damp with dew drops, remnants of warm summer shower.
Tales before, had spoke of precious women.
Woman pure who came to bathe in the stream.
Silent he came.
He had to be quiet,
No desire he had to scare them beauties away.

In this tranquil spot, he heard the laughs of woman.
Splashing  dressed only in their naked form.
My how they played.
He watched in silent silhouette, he desired so he not be seen.
The sight of their young adult form , was glory as was perfect poetry before very his eyes,
Purity personified, each and every one.

His body ached ferociously.
Oh for just for one sweet touch.
One such beauty caught his eye.
Eye locked on maiden fair.
Pretty face with flaxen hair.
Hair descended in wavy rivers down her back,'twas shining in the sun.
Shining to his hearts appeal,

His heart was set, his match he'd met.
One knight minus suit of armour,

His only goal to charm her.
Discreet and pure.
Away from stream did lure her kindly.
He did summon her.
By means a little bit absurd made strange cry of a weird bird.
One she'd never heard before.

Each sweet moment, he wanted her more.
He made her jump, near out of her skin.
In the glint of her eye,his maiden now spied,
Her ushered her over.
Cute maiden.
So fair.
By now was feeling truly aroused.
Eyes of fire.
His passion alive.

The knight took his lady.
Placed his cloak upon the grass .
A garland of roses, placed under her head.
She laid calm.
Serene.
Tranquil,

He leaned over her body and kissed her.
His kiss she full returned.
How she yearned.
Gentle caresses.
Relieving his stresses.
while her tresses.
He duly caresses in return!
No distress.
Together in near silence,

They stroked only making contact by eye.
Passion enhances their chances.
As beautiful love bans they make.
Kisses taste of honey shared.
While from the ****** womb surreal.
Supreme.
Sweet scent a woman exudes.
Elusive before newness birthed.
Here enters loves precious joy.
Between ****** young woman and grown up young boy.
A kiss before leaving hard full on her lips,
Hand in hand.
They to go.

An announcement to the ruler of the realm.
Their full intention,
Nothing else to mention.
It was not just ***.
But new love truly.
Another luscious fairy tale.
Another dream come true.
(c)Livvi

And in fire I will not burn
And in raging waters I will not drown
Amongst the highest cliffs I will not fall
I may stumble, but I will never feel
the pain of hitting the ground
I may go under, but I will always resurface
I may feel heat, but my soul will never be scorched.
Only in God are these things true
And only in truth will you find God.

What conclusion should i draw,
from this ambiguous relationship
Of our failed romance
Of your persistent messages 
Uncertain of what to do 
my heart cold like stone 
With my mind like a sponge 
And my lack of control
I miss you sometimes 
In the peak of the winter
When the heat of the summer
Melted saints like a sinner 

I made haste with my affections
And you wasted no time
To uncover a secret
Left for only seduction to find 
And I let you unravel 
Passions I held under guises 
As caution blew steadily in the wind
yielding pleasant surprises 
We held our heads above water making peace with the silence 
Of our now heavy hearts 
And ever questioning minds

Yet we continued on down 
towards blissful confusion
To a book without words
To a rhyme without reason 
to our own presumptions
About the meaning of an instant
When just getting by 
Was such a heavenly blessing
With thoughts of equilibrium 
bringing tears to my eyes
After a sequence of movements later trivialized
But beneath each breath drawn 
with great consideration 
Lay your careless tongue
and malicious intentions 
With Your endless doubts 
Trapped in webs of confusion 
I followed your lead towards this path of destruction

Sitting beside you
Beneath a watery sunset
I felt your soul swimming onward towards the depths of the sea
While your body was left there
alone, next to me 
I felt disconnection between the rocks and the waves 
I felt more than just ecstasy in those few summer days 
I no longer look for answers or meaning in life's episodes 
I merely ask for solitude 
After its over

My marginal dysfunctions like a panther saunter gliding me out to peripheries edge.
We won't comment on loose banter, someone says.
My mind circles the time as the crow flies,
too disturbed for reentry, tweets the parakeet.

Phase out with allegiance to no one,
Phase back in with desperate facade.
I am blank, bleak and broken.

Well...that's just the token to get us back in ...the Dahlia wasn't always black to begin with you know, so many colors remain to absorb our sorrow.

So lost, forgotten and frail...
a ghastly scene so serene and forsaken.
Do not fret my fellow faire, we are ghosts of crimson lore, pathos to the people...morose...together on the edge of forever.

Interlacing fingers, we stand then walk the plank of insanity...who will hold my hand??