I'm in love with romance.
Put your arms around my waist and darling lets dance.
Let's whirl as swans
Cob and pen,
Elegant.
Eye contact.
Spontaneously.
Silken touch
Supportive crutch.
Let our lips tickle and ripple.
Fight against the bitterness of the cold outside.
Sunday morning sky, a shade of ochre above the frost, the frost that's charged with many slips.
(c)LIVVI

Glowing snow lay weeping branch
Winter bird,cold feet.
Shivers.
(c)LIVVI

A guitar case with no music in, owned by
the old woman who can't sing.
He sweeps the comb through her straggly hair,
What no money and nobody cares.
He wipes the burning tears from her pretty eyes.
Listens to her worried sighs.
She's concerned about a lack of dosh.
Christmas is coming, oh golly gosh.
He, is the fellow with the overgrown belly and the beard of white,
Waiting for Christmas eve.
Bring on that night.
His name by now you must be aware is really Santa Claus,
This year he's really scared.
With no toys for his haversack.
Due to lack of funds.

A sleigh in need of service.
Reindeer nibbling rotten carrots.
**** Horrible.
And the sprouts are full of wind.
His workshop staff redundant,
More silent, than a winter's night upon a turkey farm.

Outside,the local families gather beneath last year's yule .
This year, everybody's skint
Lit the bonfire with stones of flint.
Perfect purpose,
Free fuel.
Carols echo noisily outside the house next door.
"Disappear" she said in a very loud voice.
Wait a few weeks before you rejoice.
It's way too early,
"Go", she said.
"Please, please, I beg of you no more.
As yet, at least.
It's much too soon.
Wait until December, to have a cheery feast.
I guess it's your choice."
(c)LIVVI

The trees fight the whistling wind, strength is their resilience.
The windows scratched by wild man who dances in my garden.
Naked fingers,
Realms of weather.
The rain is lashing all that's bare.
Tossed and turned without a care.
The cold hath teeth no man can see.
The ebony of darkest shade it keeps it's prisoners trapped inside.
Whilst in the house the sneezes freed.
Mother moon is hiding fast behind her clouds, those ones be blast.
Past midnight.
Morning lost, out of sight.
Frightful Saturday night.
(c)LIVVI

The war of the third world is on route.
I feel it in my broken bones.
Falling skies and writhing sand.

Come world climb from the fence.
May goals no more create sorrow.
A glowing sun, fresh water,
Tomorrow walking in,
Tail removed from tangled straps which bridle it between the legs.
Winter time and the living ain't easy.
Bombs and guns,
No war to be won.
No world to be fought for, if we're not careful.
Fearful world.
Sleep easy.
(c)LIVVI