The man stood in the corner.
Tousled his hair like a rock star.
It's in his genes you know.
For he's a man in a dress.
Maybe a man in drag?

Make-up plastered on with a trowel.
Quickly darling chuck him a towel.
To wipe away his blusher.
Wants to be a lady fair.
Her chin is rather bristly.
It gives the game away.

Inside the hardened exterior hides a lady.
Sweet and pure.
Local kiddies take the p.
You see.
Due to lack of understanding.
Missing sympathy.
Kiddies all chuckle at that strange
man.
The fella who wants to be free.
He's a man in a dress.
He ain't got no regrets.
In all sincerity.
He's a lady inside.

He's a man in a dress.
He likes it best.
They all say that breast is best.
The lady is excited.
Cultivated *******.
Procured by things hormonal.
Hairy chin.
Evening shadow.
Perfect skin.
The silhouette perfect shape.
That man he wore a dress.
But he's a lady now.
And she's a cheerful soul.
(c)LIVVI

A chalice of gold.
A heart of stone.
May the drinker of spirits be forever cold.
Be inside chilled down to thy bone.

To partake thou of thy sweetest cheer.
To drink from cup edged with gilt.
Let thee never poison fear.
Ne'er to let thy flowers wilt.

May man partake of nectar pure.
Enjoy thine sip from flask and keg.
With ambrosia onwards lure.
Come forth my friends pray break a leg.

May love flow free 'twixt thee and me.
Forever eternal we shall be.
(c)LIVVI

It's four o clock.
Storms of winter creeping in.
Tumbling darkest blackest cloud.
Wind's a monster roaring loud.
A blanket of rain is soaking me though.
Drowning in thoughts of missing you too.
Drenched as each evening calls the rain.
Beaten hard.
It eats the brain.
Once the rain it fell insipid.
Today it's biting.
Perpetually absorbing.
Eaten by clothes.
Running raindrops.
Dripping nose.
Cold and horrid.
It's  four o clock tomorrow too.
The raindrops rock on pavements.
Not really daily raindrops, but the tears I cry for you.
(c)LIVVI

Somewhere there's a moment.
Left behind in time and space where love was left behind a face.
A face all carved from perfect plastic.
Side effects of love were drastic.
The pain it ripped as knife.
Left behind a lovely wife.
With ******* red as cherries.
Fallen fresh from trees.
******* red as ****** tension.
Brewing hard as pure frustration.
Playing with fire a dangerous act.
Love nothing more than matter of fact.
Broken hearts and daisy chains.
Kisses.
Wishes.
Lust and fun.
All said and done.
Love has reached a setting sun.
A falling star a failing breath.
Moments of passion died a death.
Years ago.
Two or three.
I loved your heart and you killed me.
You tore my heart straight from my chest.
A life without is truly best.
But as a woman I'm confused.
Empty hearted.
Bemused.
Forgot the actual art of love.
Mislaid somewhere upon the path.
I look at lovers and I laugh.
Maybe I'm envious.
Perhaps I'm just oblivious.
(c)LIVVI