Making love in summer's sunlight.
Back dressed with strikes of strong tender fingers that listen to unspoken words.
Actions in accordance to perfect requests.
Chuckles of children created of love.
The reason for loves entry.
Immense perfection.
(C) LIVVI

Give us next summer.
Bring it on early.
Serve it to us on a silver platter.
Edged with rosebuds.
All dressed up in ****** pastel pink.
May it please be garnished with the glow of sunshine's kiss.
Bring a change unseasonal.
Such ample bounds of bliss renewed.
Totally abnormal.

Instead of tumultuous wind and rain.
Introduce the sun again.
Let us shake hands with the foxes.
They who left their gloves behind in the park.
Digitalis you know, **,** ,**.
Christmas just gone.
Time for some fun.
And tickle the kittens.
Who discarded their mittens.
On butterfly bushes outside in front gardens.
Cherish the thought.
They'll be no more floods.
And food won't run short .
All the bad folk be caught.
******* with silly string.
Carried away by a roc on the wing.
To a land where the bees made loads of honey.
There was no need for money and people never got sick.
But then again, without pleasure or pain. I'd realise.
I'd shot myself straight through the foot.
If people weren't ill,
I wouldn't get paid.
I'd have to find another trade.
Don't know what.
My pen's all gone to ***.
Time to relax.
Potentially sleep.
Night night.
(c)LIVVI

Why is man designed to die?
Perchance, perchance I wonder why.
The world may become too populated.
Weigh too much, of worldly worries.
Planet had a thundering head.
Just wishes she may go to bed.
Whistling winds.
Drums of thunder.
Deluged by rain.
Sit and wonder.
Count on the fingers of one hand.
Where pleasantries belie the land.
Moonface is watching, through curtains that twitch.
Death,although horrid is surely a gift.
(c)LIVVI

Cackling beneath the bridge
The fearsome beast, it roars.
Overhead swirling rain pours.
He dwells within the whirling swell.
Little fish flit,
They struggle against the tide .
Battling to stay alive.
It seems to be listening for tottering tootsies,
They fight to stay upright.
Fighting the blast.
Face punching.
The fearsome storm.
Legend supposes a fearsome troll hides neath the slippery pontoon.
I made it over much too soon.
Luckily I missed encountering said troll.
Must not like the weather either.
Hides in his hole.
(C) LIVVI

And there's an elephant in the room.,
When I'm with you.
It's standing there.
Everything will be alright.
A promise of light in darkness.
Our city is somewhat smaller.
Baby as it's ours.
And ours alone.

Not another soul outside.
Nor inside either out.
We're front to back and back to front.
We quench each others thirst with fire.
That burns within a cavern deep.

Chasm lain where daisies fell.
Where chains are made and bonds be grown.
Be not broken, nor undone.
Love is prized possession, only ever won.
With the flourishing growth the castle walls become surpassed.
Twisted foliage, edged with gold, silver and red.
Recollection that, perhaps.
Emotion known as cultured love,
May once again raise it's hallowed shiny head.
Tis a jigsaw puzzle to be built carefully, with stealth.
Wealth better be shared.
As pairs.
(c)LIVVI

May the sixteen year bring with it relief as 15 is discarded down acidic drains.
15 may rot beyond belief.
The stench of depression, near strangled me.
Choking vile.
The closest to death I got last year.
Than ever I have ever sailed past before
15 is soon past,
Heavens be praised..
16 must be better.
It couldn't be worse.
Last year, my saviour.
My personal angel.
A new job and the catharsis of verse.
I will kick 15 out with steel toe capped boots.
And 16 I welcome with a free flowing kiss.
Goodbye 2015.
Soon come and join me 2016.
(c)LIVVI