A miraculous flow of events
led me back to you
I don't often weep as I write
but today my typing is doused with tears
of Happiness.

Accidentally, I uncovered memories of the Past
that I cannot return to
Regret is the only thing I can do
Pity is the only sadness I feel
apart from great, bubbling Bliss.

The memory unearthed
like buried treasure
it's contents are still
good as new, brings me
immense Joy.

I still want to pursue it,
like a naive child
with his favorite pearl
that shines and
never Dulls.

I hear in the distance:

"Ring A Ring O’ Roses        
A Pocket full of posies    
Atishoo! Atishoo!      
We all fall down"

I grab your hand: Maybe if I held on longer?

"The cows are in the meadows,
Eating buttercups,
Atishoo! Atishoo!
We all jump up!"

It's ending: I don't want to let go!

I, will always remember this moment we had together.

"Fishes in the water,
Fishes in the sea,
We all jump up,

With a 1, 2, 3!"

Ring a ring a roses
******* up your noses
atishoo
atishoo
the septum breaks down.

dedicated to all those hard working city boys.

Scratching, creeping outwardly from the land beneath the bed.
She lays and sleeps and she tosses and turns.
Her feet curl up and she wriggles her toes.

Who is it that's there laying with her?
Nobody knows him,
For he is the invisible man.
He reaches up.
He's touching her hand.

Again and again.
He will not commit.
He knows that he loves her.
He will never admit.
She could make him happy.
If he gave her a chance.
But today is Thursday,
he's out on the town again.
Sporting a smile.
The invisible clown.
He doesn't want a lover, who can never see his face.
He's ashamed that she will never see his expressions.
Nor will they be felt.
She will never stroke his face, or kiss his cheek.
She can't find him.
A game of hide and seek.
No matter how hard she looks.
Aha, a bright idea.
A bag of flour at her side.
She flung it all around the space.
Wanted to see his funny face.

Atishoo, he sneezed.
Flour caused an allergy.
Respiratory arrest.
Mouth to mouth dutifully given.
At least she got a proper kiss.
He choked to death upon her floor.
At least she got to see his face.
A little too late!
(C) LIVVI

Goodness gracious.
Vinaigrette vivacious
Testicular temptatious.
As we're all falling down.
Atishoo. Hiemlich maneuvers.
Justiciar. Sensible says a lot to say.
Especially if I say nothing.
For a fortune.

Corona so what ha.
I can't see you.
Corona whatever ha.
I can't touch you
Corona face bothered ha.
I can't smell you.
Corona yeah ha.
I can't hear you.
Corona never ha.
Corona I can't taste you.
ATISHOO
Arrrggghh.