poor, slumped over and broken strangers
for a penny, share their paltry stories, one by one
snippets and scatters of half-truths and fables,
so raunchy they'd make Aesop blush.
don't deprive me of your salacious souls.

rented sea views with mirrors and doors,
unlocked drawers and white ***** floors,
with freshly dead ***** in claw-footed tubs.
rich luxury rich luxury rich luxury rich luxury
does that second home taste too sweet?

ears swallowed by bubble bath suds
head underwater, eyelids crushed and
stinging from the acrid chemical perfume;
drinking the bathwater in an unclean tub,
tasting notes of freesias and ***** green-blue.

(Never underestimate the power
Of the gift of giving a flower)

You can't fail her 
with a bright dahlia
With it's perfect symmetry
Caress her nose
With the scent of a rose
And a cup of Earl grey tea

Make a daisy chain
For her flowing mane
And rub her tired  toes
Treat your filly
To a glorious lily
And a day of sweet repose

Surprise her at the station
With a bunch of carnations 
And hold her hand for a while 
Make things swell
In a field of bluebells
That'll surely bring a smile 

Get down on one knee
With some lovely peonies
And look deeply into her eyes
The sight of an iris
Could fill her with such bliss
If you take her by surprise 

You could please her 
With some pink freesias  
And a well planted kiss
If the romance slips
Choose some bright tulips
The thought won't go amiss!

she soaked up their hateful words
like droplets of rain falling
into open wide
eyes.

her thin spine straightened,
extended notch by notch.
stems grew in-between
spaces once expansive
with loneliness. leaves
sprouted,  facing up
like palms reaching
out towards
the sun.

the seeds of bitterness
sprouted into vines
that curled around
her legs and burst
flowers from
her skin.

resentment grew into
fox gloves and freesias,
forget-me-nots and
the occasional flax.
venus fly trap for
a mouth to catch
the judgments
where

they will be digested
slowly, but surely,
as she keeps
growing
and
growing.

I breathe in your fragrance
I blow out a field of freesias and forget me nots
I catch your smile with my hand
and release swallows and sunsets
I turn your eyes into stars
the night your sweetest silence

I tried those dish-washing detergents, the ones that have "super grease-removal"
but I felt like I was scrubbing off all the days we had worked, together, with metaphorical drills and wrenches, to fix what was irrevocably broken.
I used lotions, but freesias reminded me of the smell of your hair, and coconut oil left this residue that would feel like your hand was in mine.
I thought maybe covering them would be the solution, but my hands in gloves felt like the way your arms closed in around me and held me, suffocated me.

Water lilies arise from the tears behind her smile.

Irises grow hopeful beneath the sultry shadows of her hips.

Carnations incarnate a sensual silence in the arches of her eyebrows.

Orchids open like the mouth of a volcano spewing magma from her navel.

Peonies shake with pleasure as they penetrate her, first one petal then another.

Chrysanthemums cherish their freedom as they make music rise from her fingers.

Freesias drip with honey as she speaks rubies from her lips.

Gladioluses glisten as they trek along the pinnacles and peaks of her *******..

Violets yield plentiful fields along the pathways of her lungs.

Gardenias open gentle windows in the fragrant hollows of her spine.

Jasmines dance and dive into the warm reflecting pools of her eyes.

Roses rush like lovers along the riverbanks upon her sides.

Daffodils fill the devil's hills that ***** between her thighs.

Tulips glide and undulate like dolphins swimming in her blood.

Sunflowers swirl in the colorful worlds above and below her mind.

Daisies wait in delicate grace for the light to dance upon her face.

Hyacinths reveal the heat and shields that have been covering her heart of late.

Astors cast off their tasteful robes to reveal the beauty of her grace.

Take her hand and guide her.
Lead her left or steer her right.
Feed her sensibility.
From a plastic spoon.
Make sure it won't melt.
Put the freesias that you bought her, into a water jug.
Make her good strong coffee.
Pour it in a china mug.
Supply her chocolate biscuits, so she can take a dip.
Be sure they don't break apart.
Coffee and chocolate biscuits.
The only way on planet Earth to mend a broken heart.
(c)LIVVI

After today's four steps
I'm sitting in socks by the fireplace
My heavy boots are standing straight
and my back is still rattling

I am a henchman
I push the boundaries
of the ladies in love
and the rich gentlemen

I leave horse **** behind
and take the scent of freesias with me
The water in the bucket sloshes
like yearning love

I don't travel alone
We are armed
The papers are precious
Sealed letters

Beginning and maintaining
of relationships and major interests
Between the stops, the reins
of fate are in my hands

What causes this?
Arguably the greatest tragedy one can observe —
Amidst cigarettes, grog and gum sits a bouquet of
Freesias intertwined with blossoming buttercups which illuminate the murky can.
But why?
The scent of faeces now stains the bright bunch of flora,
As the once shining ribbon of gold takes on the foul sheen of the ramshackle can,
And now, I ponder how one can do this.
I ponder how you could do this —
To me.

I call my men babies cause they are
I call you on the telephone - your number crumpled up
I grasp it tight.
I never meant you bad or ill
I’m just too wild to grasp
You think of me like dream
You’re ******* right.

Freesias
Gardenias
Roses
You’ll only realize I’m gone when I’m withered
Dahlias
Azaleas
Orchids
I’ll sing my song if you pour me a river

I call my man baby cause he is
I call him on the telephone - I’m down for the count
Need to be held tight.
Need something more than goodnight
Need something higher than high life
You’ll only realize I’m sad when I’m withered
So pour me the great Arkansas River.