What if your soulmate was living on the other side of the world?
Singing songs in little venues
About girls nobody else knows.

What if your soulmate was sitting in a coffee shop 30,000 miles away?
Writing words into that old journal
About guys she's too shy to talk to.

What if your soulmate walked right by you, in a sea of people on a busy street?
Running for a bus to take to his mothers
Eyes never meeting.

But what if your soulmate met you.
And talked with you.
For seemingly endless hours.
But only for two days.

What if your soulmate had to stay in her boring town life.
What if your soulmate had yet another flight to catch.

What then?
What if soulmates exist?

I don't want us to have any what if's?

So stand a little closer to me.
And kiss me how you would if you knew this was the beginning of forever.

Silent night
Brightest stars adorning the sky
Burning away everyday

OPEN EMOTION

A little bird told me today that you'd died,
My pretty eyes erupted.
My God, how I cried,
Wanted to visit your grave,
attend your requiem,
Create a tribute to you,
write on your tombstone,
of the memories we'd shared.

Of the family we grew,
me and you.
Grown from seeds of true love,
Painted on hot air balloons.

On summer days,
where we did laze,
upon the grass,
where we once kissed,
once upon a time,
too many moons ago,
to care to remember.

They say you wrote a book,
of course,
I took a look,
I had too,
of course,
I did,
The last time I saw you,
you took a look at one of mine.

We whinged at each other,
like a pair of old time,
aged lovers.
Moaning about books,
Exchanging weird looks.

Then today,
Out of the blue,
the phone rang,
it was you,
I was shocked,
I thought at last,
that my feelings had died,
But now you've made me stop and think.
(C) Livvi

When I look at your face,
I see the pain right below
Make up covers scars
only you think you see
imperfections

I see you on the verge of tears
so often, my helplessness becomes anger
You are determined to be strong
To never reach for help, and
You use this to pull away from me
I can tell from the way you breath
Your heartbeat, in your neck

I know you'll read this and think
Of running, flight, stay away
And you'll retreat, won't touch me
But I can tell, when you touch me
And your Other One does

I know you like the night
How it breathes, its breeze through trees
The sound of its creatures, it smallest creak
I see you without the moonlight
Naked, shivering, proud and fight
Its my fault you won't open,
I know this as a truth

As much as you know its not
There is something else, deep inside you, too
It'll take some time, but I believe what I am to you is true
You are the best I have met for secrets, keeping the past untrue
In the end, later, time spins, I'll be here for you

You looked at me and said,
That I write our secrets, to spread
Everyone will know, just intentions to dread
I didn't say anything, because they already know
They're all poets, like you, holy and spread

To me, I don't care, they are no one to know
So what, what they think, unless for your heart they attempt
They are not worth an audience, spectators who didn't pay
This is not entertainment, this is my heart
Absolutely and completely, open

A desperate attempt
Dramatic, singing for you
To gather you back, make amends for my part
To speak your language, so you can learn my heart
Maybe make sense, all these two years apart

But the future is more
Important to me, my life is with you
To honestly be
Because when I see you, I think
Of beauty defined
No matter your scars
No matter your tide

Those are not imperfections
Nor even bumps in the road
I accept them as 'is'
Nothing more
I want you to just open your eyes

See the future, a size
Our love as together, more us than me
Our heart, to forgive, hold and keep tight
Because that would mean, our hearts beat as one
Our eyes see us together, all imperfections made one
I would give anything for this, let you see from me
Because you are beautiful, and I want to be a part of your light

A book,
just pages
on leaves, whitened-
river washed,
dried then wettened again;
tears of words
torn from a heart-
his then mine, and mine again.

A book
of poems, written verse,
la poema-
the saddest lines of all,
but not all, no,
not all; not always.

Pages of Odes;
oh, the odes
to fruit,
to wine
and song
of the sea and mermaids;
the pages sing his songs.

A book
of heights
and stone,
he took us there-
a shovel in the sand;
of monuments
and ships
of drunken men and love
once loved,
and loved again.

Words
on silken thighs,
*******
and a red dress-
on a dark night
the stars and moon did shine.

A garden-
he planted a *****
into our hearts;
his dog,
it died
simply
loved too much-
Ai.

A book,
just a book
of pages,
of poems
by my bed-
dog-eared,
much read and loved;
his words ending
the saddest lines of all.

r ~ 8/15/14