You are mine and I am yours.
Captured in such powerful jaws.
We thrive as we  strive to survive.
Upon each other.
Wishes made of dandelion down.
You always smile.
I always frown.
The clown of the class and the silly lass.
We catch snowflakes made of mistakes.
That melt on touching hands so warm.
Do you love me?
Of that I'm not sure.
For I am the pauper outside of the door.
I don't want you really.
I never did.
(c)LIVVI

Don't wanna live in the city lights.
Wanna hideaway at night.
Want love to blind me.
Only truth to find me.
Love to bind me.

Knots of raffia
Make me a basket.
Red yellow and blue.
Fill it with your honest truth.

City lights hidden dreams.
Poor visibility screams.
You wear your bikini.
Just covers some bits
Like a songbird.
A lady with wit.

Knots of raffia
Create me a basket
Red yellow and blue to make a neat basket.
Load it with love and fill it with flowers.
Weaving, binding true love over hours.

Stitch me a quilt all of my own.
Darling, the comfort of laying alone.
Lost in a sandstorm.
With grit in my eyes.
True love is lonely.
It reaches the skies.
A lonely Skua appears, poaching my eggs.
Some where behind me lay both of my legs.
They were walking in circles perpetually.
Not sure what they're doing but they wanna be free.
Chains discarded on my bed.
Off I go.
Met the red queen
It's off with my head in an instant.
A game of bowls or croquet maybe.
Nods in her honour.
Well done Milady.
What a strange poem or maybe a song.
Love is vacant, bing bang ****.
(c)LIVVI

Why is it that I have the most wonderful man in the world, but I cannot love him.
He is tender, gentle and kind.
He is like a paper boat.
Waterlogged and sodden.
There is no charge.
No charge for anything at all.
He's a poppet.
A pedantic one

He's set in his ways.
No exhilarating vibrancy.

Like a scratched old record.
Outdated.
Decent.
Loving.
Caring.
Boring as a weevil.
Playing in my brain.
He's hellishly different.
What do I want?
To go to sleep perhaps.
So bored.
(C) LIVVI

Stood in the corner.
A silent room.
The mist clears.
Realising that you're not here.
You left too soon.

Sat on the fence on the edges of truth.
A glimpse of the shadow.
That's hid in the gloom.
Morning's gone.
It's nearly noon.

Clearing skies.
Fireflies.
Only spark of life I see.
Man in black, not turning back.
Facing the chill outside the window.
When I realise that he's not free.

Darkest of nights became brightest of days.
Smoke slowly clearing,
Escaping the haze.
The sun crept slowly to the tip of the heavens.
True love merely a funny phase.
(C) LIVVI

He captured her with his imagination.
Entranced her with his perfect eyes.
Loved her with his rapture.
Captured her with his passion,
Burning hot.
He is now gone.
She is not.
(C) LIVVI

There are moments in time when a fool is just what I am.
A fool for love.
A fool for a diamond.
A second hand on a failing clock.
A female clock with inoperable biorhythms.
Falling backwards.
Flicking my left hand over my right.
While blinding myself with the stab of a pointed finger.
Accidentally of course.
All in all I guess I'm just a fool.
Nobody's, fool save my own.
(C) LIVVI

Just slaughtered the string.
It dyed in my arms.
Between my fingers.
Once grey.
Now red lingers.
Leaving me feeling a little less dead.
Grateful for fingers and bottles of dye.
(c)LIVVI