He faced his demons.
The executioner grinned straight through him.
One huge flash, then he was gone!

For a few short months the in-vitro whale  swam.
Watched and felt from a distance.
He is her newborn, Moby **** broke free.
Left behind only bravery stripes and a little blubber.
Sometimes, more than blubber, wailing extremely.
Telling mummy, he's hungry.
(c) Livvi

Got grabbed tight by a grizzly bear.
He rumbled and mauled me.
My screams went unnoticed.
For a millisecond in time.
I held my breath and how I prayed.
He pretended to chuck me down the stairs.
That wild rampant grizzly bear.
Six foot four and very scary.
Extremely hairy.

He's a caring grizzly bear.
He's my grumpy son.
He thinks it's just a giggle, seeing his frightened mummy wriggle.
He's only romping around in fun.
He'd never really hurt his mum.
Normally a gentle giant, who stepped straight from fairy tales of old.
He doesn't bite at all.
In teenage days of idiocy, he wasn't always quite so choice.
Now he plays at mummy chucking, 'cos he likes to hear my voice.
(c) Livvi

I loved you in cotton, taut and strong.
Made from navy denim, to weather any storms.
In gingham, I so loved you, as if we were cotton chess boards.
Useful for playing games, sometimes rather blue.
It was satin that you wore, the day we cuddled close.
In nylon, we melted together on many burning nights.
But then you turned to velvet, crushed my heart, a fabricated grape.
(C) Livvi

I'm breathless.
You came and dared to steal it,
My precious breath you captured the day you stole my heart.
My stolen heart became the stole, you wrapped around my shoulders.
My, how you kept me warm.
I loved you and you loved me, forever in return.
Need I ever love again.
Then I found you had gone.
Now I hang out in a lonely place, my own space.
Lost in a desert, truly barren.
In this place I am stuck.
My pretty heart beats on just for you, my frozen heart turned sadly blue.
Tears blistering as down my face they slide, scratching as sharp crystals.
As your heart plays only plays with me, a game of hide and seek.
(C) Livvi

She utters words.
Supposedly, a statement that she apparently cares.
Then, with her words her family's deflated.
She spits her vile words.
Thrown out, lashed onto alcohol.
Announces that she knows it all.
Always bending ears of those near and dear.
She is not an evil *****.
Not a witch.
Just Mrs Know- It -All.
Mrs Apparently Capable.
She will squash her family.
Just like that.
That's the way she plays her games.
Apparently, likes to prove she cares.
She doesn't seem to have a ****** clue.
(c) Livvi

The winter receded, the sun came out, the wind relaxed.
Alice went hunting for  dormice.
Curiously, she peaked into nest box.
To make sure he was safe and warm.
She was truly glad.
Free from harm.
She found him safe and well.
Escaped from floods and winter's hell.
Snuggled up in minute ball.
After hiding from malevolent winter storms.
In the dark corner at the back of the box, at last with spring he came forth.
Out he sprung, he ran away.
Alice thought she'd invite him round for tea
The wakeful dormouse went out to play.
Still he's running free.
(C) Livvi

You lay back on  my outstretched arms.
Your baby blue eyes sparkle up at me, between episodes of crying the blues.
I regret omitted feelings between mummy and I.
Indeed for the rest of my gang
John Legend cries "All of you" and I believe never before have I been so overwhelmed.
Not really my sort of sound, our song from now on.
2/52, is that enough to fall in love?
You bet it is.
I'm not eager to meet and greet children, probably just a bit too old.
But I peep into Bradley's eyes, I am no longer cold.
(C)Livvi

Jealousy one of those negative emotions.
Gods and monsters, saints and sinners.
In love of life, with not many winners.
Amore, the winner for sure.
Victorious on a summers day.
The green eyed poet.
Within the spirit of jealousy.
Chaotic memories.
Irritating, needing scratching.
Maybe a cat with parasites.
Jealousy, such a negative emotion.
(c) Livvi

The bells of a million bicycles fill the air, townsfolk amble without even a care.
Atmosphere of dozy dreams.
Tulips on the bank side pout, kissing away at the pure ****** air.
No traffic, or trafficking.
They sit, enjoying their trip.
Toking on the hookah, or toking on a ******, that choice is yours.
They roll a spliff,  oh sweet Mary Joanna.

A dingy back room in a dismal dark corner.
Don't ever say that nobody warned yer.
Oppressive atmosphere of sullen death.
Addiction takes control of the lonely soul, who needs to escape.
Who may never get old.
Found slumped, laid out ,cold.
Torniquet locked up tight.
The buzz of the day, that ended the life.
Of the poor soul.
Had nothing better to do.
Attached to the end of the body that's fixed, shot up, sky high.
The world ended, not in that passion filled cafe.
(c) Livvi

You were a beautiful lover.
For me, you sung a love song.
You sang it with your tongue.
You tickled my fancy.
I tickled yours.
And so the song plays on.
In a bowl of passionate rhythm.
A gong,so obvious, so noisy.
You echo round  inside my head.
Darling, a candle I'll hold for you until the day I'm dead.
(c) Livvi

I am creeping in dark corners, in the recess of your mind.
My feelings are all changing as I am becoming blind.
My mornings all lost their vigour and at night times I awake.
I'm propping up tombstones outside the garden gate.
While watching life fly past.
Dashing past rapidly on roller skates.
I'm having such a blast.
I'm cold, lacking emotion.
I have no pity, as I wear my drip tray dribble bib.
For I am ageing and I'm chasing you.
(c) Livvi

***
He sidled up to her, no holds barred.
His eyes peeled her clothes voraciously.
Followed rapidly by his hands.
His mind lashing her to the bed stead.
His tongue cruised over her lips,  while chewing gently at her taut hips.
Her ******* sensed the warmth of his powerful touch.
He threw her down.
Hard, really hard.
His trousers fought to split under the pressure that built up.
****** tension welled, a volcano awaiting eruption.
He was enticed only by the spark in his heart.
This was more than ***, more than lust.
From his trousers his best friend bust.
He covered her form in oil, so sweet so succulent.
An enhancement in crazy sensation.
And then her heart he broke!
(c) Livvi

Sunday, the Sabbath.
There was magic in the air that day.
A blessed corpse in need of bathing.
To relieve the indignity of such uncaring death.
They came, the ladies in attendance.
To dress his naked form in myrrh.
To purify and bless his putrid moments.

All hail, bow in great respect.
The stone had moved, the cadaver left.
Not a message to be found.
His body gone from underground.
In promises of life eternal.
He had given his blessings.
After death in resurrection, the lord of love and life.
Met his troubled brother James.
Dear lady, Mary Magdalen to him did speak.
He bade her not to touch him.
For his body was so weak.
The Father of Jesus, was waiting, to save the souls of mortal men.
Jesus waited silent for the call.
Our Holy Jesus.
Lord of all.
(c) Livvi

Me, I feel like ice cream.
I melt at your touch, loving your great taste.
I drip, you move too close to me.
You moved close to me a while ago.
You fed my head with strawberries and laid my head beneath the trees.
You saved me from the rippling breeze.
My body you kept so warm.
You were charming.
I was calmed, after many storms.
The breeze turned into a raging gale, as on a branch my heart impaled.
You said you loved me.
As we stroked the sapphire dragonfly, passion fore our eyes.
I melted, a pool of slush.
My heart a remnant, in a pool of soggy sticky slush.
As a fool, now I drown.
I drown in the tears of the poetic clown.
(c) Livvi

Deaths door opens.
Make sure you don't lock it, you may want break free if it's not suitable for purpose.

On the grass, green as we are,
We kneel beneath the eyes of heaven.
My sister and I.
Knees stained with dry mud and the stains of the grass.
Washing them clean, a thankless task.

My sister and I.
Breeze blowing.
Spring tree tops tickle the sky.
We sit and relax as we chat about men.
What a pair of old hens we are.
Sat there under the summertime time tree.
We're sat on a nest of manic wild ants.
We're scratching and itching, cos they got in our pants.
Between the two of us, we gave up on romance.
Sat on the lawn.

A little forlorn .
A pair of old maids upon wild tirades.
Ranting and raging under our breath.
To meet a new man spells certain death!
We smile and we giggle about the last ones we lost.
Counting on fingers, those truly lost.
And maybe missing them still.

Love in essence a bitter pill.
Hard to swallow, still.
We stand up and leave.
For you, I still grieve.
We brush off our knees.
With a hay fever sneeze and tear gritty eyes.
All fed up with lies.
Our minds fly away to a past summers day.
A day, a reflection of love's imperfections.
Home we go, my sister and I.
(C) Livvi

Friday, the sky was blazing hot.
You bore upon your back a cross.
By order of the government, they know not what they do.
In sackcloth and ashes.
Christened with a coronet, made out of vicious thorns.
They hung you out to dry that day.
My, how they made you cry that day.
Nobody stood in their way.
The townsfolk were scared.
Most of them cared.
The soldiers were evil, but compelled by orders.
The evil ones stabbed you as you were hung.
Nailed to your final cross.
That cross you had to bear.
From your crown of thorns blood tears flowed.
The devils from Rome, thought they'd taken control.
As that sky turned black.
Too late to turn back.
The day the Lord was crucified.
Goodness and love for his being denied!

On Sunday,
Amid a strange air he was taken down.
Discreetly interred in a hole in the ground.
A stone rolled in place, he could never be found.
(c) Livvi

Whoa, down the ski ***** of love and affection she slides.
The ski ***** of flying of living and dying.
Bang, whoosh, rumbles.
The excitement caused an avalanche.
Crashes, damage extreme.
As that snow it doth crumble.
Interment of all but the fittest.
And then instead of skis, arrives a snow board.
Bored stiff and slid away.
A rescue mode.
Winter sports.
Stuck on his skates, he slid away.
She's left outside in the cold!
(c) Livvi

In London's fair city, the girls are quite pretty.
The men are quite hot.
Although some are not.
The pavements are grimy.
And foreigners slimy.

The wealthy hold their positions of power.
The seat of the country, gets broke every hour.
The Thames flowing freely, picks up  loads of junk.
Just a flowing mega puddle of mud.

But, still London has a certain je'n'sait quoit.
An ambient image of city lights.
The hustle and bustle spread over the kerb-stones.
Stained with old chewing gum, no trace of gold.

And still it enchants and forms new romances.
Maybe London, will bring second chances.
To those who are looking for a little more life.
Maybe mere husbandry, not bulls and cows.
No farming involved.
A marriage of sorts, but being nobody's wife.
(c) Livvi

Hiding!
I hide in a world where I want to be,
Diamonds of lost love enduring, but me.
With passion in buckets and crumpets for tea.
Hold me and love me, don't dare set me free.
Your love got me *******,
I'm stuck in a box.
I cannot escape, although opportunity knocks.
I have emeralds of jealousy under my feet.
Each morning, pearls of wisdom as you and I meet.
We just became close friends.
Me, my words and crisp box of pens.
My ruby heart's punctured, it's ripped beyond belief.
Come home to me darling, bring me sweet relief.
(c) Livvi

The beer brigade bundle onto the bus.
No finance to live on.
Hell hear them cuss, as they sup.
From disposable cans as they drink.
Provokes thought, yep, I think!
Beer at bright Easter time.
Faces right pink, they think.
Actually  red faces they ripples.
With nares that do drip.
He slugs at the ******* of bottles of beer.
With the eyes of the china man,
how those nares do drip.
Will he stop?
No ****** fear!
Drinking his lover, the one he holds dear.
Not being aware that true love is near!
(c) Livvi
Happy Easter to all my friends!

Smashing the pumpkins all down the street.
As he rolled her along as her head, he did beat.
She was not a pumpkin.
She was the one who dared, the one who fatally believed he cared.
Her head was on fire as he took out his ire.
Rolled down the street.
Rocking and rolling.
A flash of blood red, as loves nearly dead.
She snatched her last breath, just before death.
He'd said, never again could her hurt her.
Nor would he hurt her.
Blurted out, "I'm sorry doll."
As the bells that summoned death did toll.
Poor lass, she'd believed that his words would ring true.
Never more  would he leave her black and blue.
And she believed him yet again.
As she laid there rolling in the drain.
In pain, in pain of death.
No fear was even seen in her eyes, as her pupils internally sensed that she'd died.
(c) Livvi

Never Ever!
Never ever date a lady poet.
With such imagination sparkling in her eyes.
Don't ever love a poetess.
With bands of roses round her head.
For she'll throw your life in turmoil.
You will never forget her.
Her with words of tempered steel.
Will state out loud just how she feels.

She will not want to marry you.
She wants not anyone.
For deep within the gift of words this widow's truly spun.
Should you win her heart.
You must keep it safe till both grow old.

Be bold if she inspires you.
Igniting true love fires.
Carried by words in bolts of lightning.
Hear her words as as thunder ringing.
Afore those eyes that read.

A fire that only true love feeds.
Compliment her on her choice.
The woman with the written voice.
In dulcet tones of silence, a writ.
She will pick up her pen.

Write once,
Write twice, then only she will write again.

Take in hand a poetess.
With her cruise the universe.
Never let true love be terse.
You may find that she pens a verse.
She's not averse to love.

Her,
She only dreams of heaven.
Twas lost love that made her write.
From many years ago once lost.
The beautiful poetess.
Secrets of pain hide.
Hid behind those brightly sparking.
Twinkling eyes!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

They crept around under the eaves.
Weevils and bugs, within their thatched rugs.
The old wooden roof, all damp and so miserable.
Covered dense dressed in ivy leaves.
The tears of the rain, poured out their emotions.
While the wind cries Mary and swears sweet devotions.
Over the thatch and down through the cracks.
It's weight did increase, was the hold of the rain.
Cold and wet,  it so suffered it's pain.
The torture of the village thatch,
where birds nests live and sweet chicks hatch.
Hearing nothing, but the  incessant drips as they crashed to the ground.
(c) Livvi

In the street some guy passed me holding a cross.
Do I care?
Hell no, guess it's my loss!

As Mona Lisa enigmatic.
She hath a knowing smile, I'm told .
My image is that of hers.
They say that I stole her face.
I didn't, mines my own!
Perhaps a perfect re-incarnation.
Mona Lisa.
(c) Livvi

My desire.
To swim with dolphins, in the warm roll of the sea of dreams.
To touch their shining silky skin.
Perhaps, I could be a dolphin too.
Tossing in the tide.
To roll  from the darkness into the light.
To wave at the moon with  her most blessed flippers.
As congenial dorsal fin slides her way through the waves.
She frolics and plays as she scoots through those waves.
That rover, this lady of the ocean.  
Flips out  in jollity,  as over the waves she travels.
(c) Livvi

Love me please sweet sugar puff.
To love me back is not that tough.
Hold me in your gentle arms.
That magic you fed me.
Boy, you got me charmed.
Used no chemicals, just a bunch of hormones.
Hormones and pheromones.
Such a sparking combination.
I'm stuck in a land betwixt here or there.
I cannot believe that you cannot care.
You are weird, I am two.
Two weirdos together make me and you.
(c) Livvi

An army of plastic fellows shelter from the pouring rain.
Hiding under shrubs and trees.
Guarding the garden insidiously.
They're on patrol again.
Sat by the pond, musing.
Nattering in their lingo gnome.
Unheard by ears of men.
They watch nature in balance.
Peeping at the trees.
Guarding their mothers security.
Mother Nature gives them trees, and grass and bumble bees.

Go out for a while, come back and smile.
They carried out with precision all the garden chores.
Come rain or shine, they live out doors.
Those gnomes took control of the garden their home.
They leave you a job, you come out with your mower.
They are a touch to small.
They can however, *** and ****.
When they're in your garden, they are, they sow the seeds.
They natter to each other in their own sweet dulcet tones.
After carrying out security.
They're still just garden gnomes!
(c) Livvi

You, you asked for my number.
I gave it to you.
You text me.
You say, honey do you fancy a drink?
I think and retort.
By text in return.
I wish you'd go to hell and burn.
"Don't you fancy me"? said he.

Retorted that, I wanted not a soul.
I need my privacy.
He said "why don't you fancy me"?
Insistently.
Do you maybe think I'm thick.
Maybe somewhat sick.
I said, "I think perhaps you should be dead".
Keeping on at me.
Trying to tear me to strands and threads.
Told him, that I wanted no-one.
Henceforth, ensues a psychological assessment.

Why don't you like me?
Said he.
"Grow up" said I.
Don't feed me your insecurity.
Currently I'm flying free.

Had a gentleman, not long ago.
Left me feeling pretty sad.
I loved him so.
But he's not bad.
Poor fellow, he just couldn't do it.

The guy who did text, he pied me right off.
That imbecile calls me out of the blue.
Suggests, may be a night-time of crazy ***.
Reminded me some more of you.
What a prat.
I need it not.
Go get lost and be forgot.
The strange being who talks only by text.
Pretends he likes me, but wanting ***.
I think him rather creepy.
He's out of luck.
I don't give a fk.
Left happy.
Self-respect and dignity intact.
(c) Livvi

He tickled her fancy with his tongue.
She laughed so much she drowned him.

She was the ***** prize, he left her cos she had none.
He was a right ***!

I once was your lover.
You once were mine.
I ****** on your sweet lips as if they were wine.
Your lust for alcohol, messed up your head.
You smiled at me.
I smiled at you.
A grin at least a mile wide.
As from the wilderness I was snatched.
Made me laugh at you,
I laughed with you.
No silence beside you, as we curled up in bed.
You with your headphones shoved on the top of your head.
You loved me, you wanted me.
Horror of horrors, you set me free.
It wasn't my choice.
I am still  here.
In our weird culmination, of bi-lateral short-term benefits
Miles away, not many tho.
Have no choice, whatsoever.
Just had to let go!
(c) Livvi

A vision from a study window.
My study in fact.
You stand there peeling your clothes.
As if blissfully unaware.
You know not I am watching you.
My eyes cannot become averted.
I'm sure, if you knew I was watching you.
You may well draw your blinds.
Maybe turn off your bedroom light.
I do not know you.
I never will.
If I saw you in the street.
I'd shyly beat rapid retreat.
Blushing to the roots of my hair.
But I don't know you and I don't care.
But then again.
I stop and think.
If I can see you, can you see me?
You are young, tanned, shapely.
All man.
Me I am woman.
Older than you.
By no means elderly.
No *** goddess.
Not bad looking.
You, you're probably thirty.
Me, the older woman, who is thinking *****.
(c) Livvi

Fiddling with filing, as she stood by the cabinet.
Smiled discreetly, as both their eyes they met.
He undressed her with his eyes.
While she fiddled with his flies.
Grabbing hard at true perfection.
Knowing,  now there's no rejection.
Fking perfection.

Her lips, they smacked him fiercely.
****** spontaneity.
He responded with passion.
At work, of course, never in fashion.
He slammed shut the door.
As they rolled on the floor.
Hell, he responded.
For he had absconded.
Escaped today's parliamentary debate.

The honourable member of the house.
Fked his secretary.
Never his spouse.
In a rash moment, she wriggled and jiggled attached to the end of his powerful finger.
Waiting expectantly, for manhood to enter.
She did it for free, cos no-one would rent her!
The rolled about on the solid oak floor.
Bumping and ******* with wonderful wails.
Those footsteps came banging  down the hall.
As secretary # two came to call.
She listened to screams of positive pleasure.
Turned her on buckets.
She didn't knock.
Peeped through the keyhole watching his ****.
Wanted to play too.
She really did.
Didn't dare knock.
So she listened some more, for a moment or two.
Thought of his ****.
Then she wandered into the loo.
Gave herself an ******.
Like no other, better than a real lover!
Never played at work before.
The parliamentary freaking *****!
She wriggled and jigged while she fiddled, did she get very wet?
You bet!
(c) Livvi

******* imbued with full female form.
*******, full and formed.
Dusky and beautiful, as is the skin over which they dwell.
Filled with life and love for infant so pure and new.
Woman form so young so firm, a peach in a velvet shell.
She is not an object of ****** desire.
She holds in  her heart true love for one, for her ******* are swollen for her newborn son.
He whimpers, an enhancement of life giving flow, as his hunger builds up, his face it doth glow.
Her face glows too, glowing with infinite love, between mother and son.
Redder and redder, almost scarlet.
With  his hunger, he's calling.
Mother hears and so obeys, milk dropped tee-shirt obvious.
Whenever  he calls, night or day.
She is beautiful, serene, tranquil, natural.
Natural birth, nature nurtured.
He is beautiful.
She is young, the newborn mother, blessed with the swollen *******.
(c) Livvi

Um they said as they squirmed and wriggled.
A new life created, because they had mated.
Somewhere, maybe near, maybe far, a child left the holy womb,
That mother's given birth.
An infant bloomed in perfect health.
A child that's ready, flawless, full in perfection.
Down the street in the house on the left, up the stairs where nobody cares.
A telephone rings, it's just the doc.
Hello, Mrs X, we have diagnosis, not ******, but terminal, potentially.
Dr says you must visit me, to see what I can do for thee. 
To extend your minutes and seconds in time.
"Sorry to tell you, it's not all in your mind"
At the end of the street,  at the end of the world.
An elder passed, from the earthly haven, into heaven?
Family grips his hand, just as  he left.
A kiss on his for-head and bade him goodbye.
Before he dares  to give in and die.
A silent creeping, now he's sleeping.
In perfection rest in perfect peace.
(C) Livvi

She who must be loved.
The meaning of her name.
The lady Amanda.
A loyal friend to many.
An honest friend to me.
The sweet gypsy lady prepares her sweet pegs.
Putting their clothes on and dressing their legs.
Some with hats and pretty dresses.
Unless they're bald  they have woolen tresses.
Had the pleasure of meeting her mum at work.
Where Amanda, my sweet friend introduced  me as Olivia the poet.
Requested that a poem for her I did prepare.
Of course I did, because I care!
(C) Livvi

Want you not to love me, just because you can.
But you can't.
Want you only to love me, because I'm truly lovable.
But you can't.
Huggable, soft and sweet.
I'm worth it, a million dollars it's said.
That's me, not you of course.
You're worth much, much more.
You dance night times.
I dance days.
Together in passion.
Apart a touch sour.
Feed my fire.
I fire back with true poetic inspiration.
Breathtaking in fact.
Have a degree of cyanosis.
Love has a strangle hold.
I'm strangled till I die.
(C) Livvi

Bear not your sword.
For we approach Eden.
A creation of passion that drips from thy pen.
Remove thy fragrant shield of fought protestations.
We broke our teeth on those apples.
As serpent of venom, did bite long and hard.
Collected of the hedgerow,  blessed hemlock for peaceful slow death.
(C) Livvi

I shan't write I love you in a circle.
Nor shall I write it in a square.
However; I could sing I love you in a triangle, a jingling  of tinkling percussion of passion, in a silver dress.
I could bang all of my love for you upon a kettle drum, then you could make me tea.
I could stroke your love as a butterfly, so destined, not to be.
Before my life extinguished, burned out by midday sun.
Stunning love empowered, caught on the wings of dragon flies, tripping delicate through those staccato summer skies.
I love you, but I don't know why.
(c) Livvi

Nice one squirrel she said, as she smiled at him and nibbled his nuts .

Illumination of morning draws her sword.
The sunshine,although beauteous insults my morning eyes.
It is the day that work doth call and my sword be drawn to fight it.

A poet is a strange creature.
Filled with such eccentricity.
Inspired by fire.
Dancing with diamonds.
Playing with devils and fiddling with flowerpots.
Fighting with mischief, sobbed into a handkerchief.
Mopped up by words, carried away on the wings of birds.
Making babies every day.
Babies of poems, made out of all things.
Let us poets see what the next line brings.
(c) Livvi

It's the end of the week that crept up on me.
The week just passed, revealed great change.
Foretold in the stars.
Ha ha.
Stars were just a stroke of *******.
I knew  that he was on the way.
The only thing that they got right  was that it could be any day.
In a fireball of light and a ****** lot of noise,
Was presented with a rather noisy baby boy.
I'm torn because, tomorrow I shall go.
To the land of heavenly work.
My God, I almost pray for snow.
Where, all the bus drivers cuss, because the roads are all impassable.
I beg dear Lord the train can't run.
As work is nowhere near such fun.
I am in fact allergic to snow.
My excuse,I really just don't like it.
I have rubber legs when there's no snow.
Snow on the deck, great excuse not to go!
Baby boy,
Grandma doesn't even want to miss a thing!
(c) Livvi

Went off with an alien, with his gigantic probe, he prodded.
In and out of of everywhere, tickled her ears and stroked her hair.
He wasn't bad looking, neither here nor there.
Wanted to check her sensitivity, said he.
He graduated with  an honours degree.
He made the human inside her, ripple and shiver and shake.
Nearly made a huge earthquake.
Maybe even a river.
"Keep your helmets on chaps", he said with a glint in his eyes, all three of
them.
The naughty little earth girl said "one at at a time please," as she squeezed her unmentionables  so very tight.
She wanted to sleep just a little that night.
He had a large horn on the front of his head,  as banged her hard down onto the bed.
He used it unexpectedly, so from his shackles she broke.
Her ripples and trickles and body  he took,
Made her heart beat  fast as her body it shook.
Woke up in a puddle, her bed rather wet, whatever had happened had
sure  made her sweat.
(C) Livvi

She is the lamb of the earth.
The lovely launch of Sunday's lunch.
She is born amid the snow drops.
Just alive to die.
Her mother, ewe don't know her.
So wrapped in fleece of silver grey stained with mud and winters rain.
Fed and played and played again, to bring more lambs to face the springtime rain.
(c) Livvi

A world of bitter-sweet memories, shut tight, locked in a tinder box.
Sadly never to re-ignite.
Planes and dragonflies sprung to mind.
As chatting to that man suited and booted in black.
An ebony heart and a pen that's the same.
Whose heart, though I wish, I can never stake claim.
He was a vampire, he drained my heart.
My body barely functions, now that we're apart.
But still I live, independent and fierce, wild and free.
The hold of lost love well, it still pursues me.
Sadly, just the sentiment, no more the he!
A tide that won't come in and  catch me.
As I swim against the tide.
(c) Livvi

She was the soul of discretion, he was much too cool to mention, so she never did.
(c) Livvi