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 before 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