"mottling" poems
Join me beneath
an eight percent moon
that shook itself free
from Irish holly
on its way to
bearded stone.
Agent of itself,
it little cares what
we'll do here,
in this rose garden
of shadow flighting.
Join me in the sliver
of tinnish light
that wanes into the berries,
& shove your breath
into mine with clear intent.
We wear dresses of silence.
The mottling dark
clenches your hair.
A faceless statue
chaperones no one.
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 10:27 AM UTC
have you ever danced in the sunset?
twirling in drenched gold evenings,
trailing rays of light like the skirts of a southern lehenga
bright gold, twirling kissed fingers allowing the sun
to smear your face, muddle your features.
have you ever drowned in the sunset?
did you hear me? turned it up?
/did you hear me/
spun under the sun rays,
kicked the beaten stereo until it played music-
such sun songs, bright and bold
singing under palm trees and crumbling homes?
have you ever played in the sunset?
like piano keys and fingers gently folded
by rays dancing through a windowsill
fading into rich floor, turning it worn
alone in the breeze, windows open
with friends, hearts closed
sun mottling pages?
have you ever loved in the sunset?
it all seems possible,
when your faces blur in the sky and then
darken, inevitably
it all seems natural
when you’re under the fires of heaven
who’ve dappled your body,
are waiting to flow through your veins.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 6:54 PM UTC
they're faded now
red crosses and red lines
like traffic lights guiding the drivers
gang signs littering the skin the lights are impaled on and theyre disappearing
leaving the yellow metal a dewy gold
almost orange like the crimson never dissolves
instead it
absorbs
soaks into the fixture
mottling the cracked skin and sealing up the fine lines with microscopic lesions
turning ruby black and back to ruby and black and back to ruby and black and back to ruby
drop drop drop drop
smile and black and frown and back to ruby and black black black black black black black black black black black black
black
black
black
black
black
the lights are burned and the scars won't scar
and the skin is black and the blood is black and her body soaks in the black and she is black black black
and she doesn't know how to get the ruby back
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 8:33 PM UTC
Get your hat from the peg sweet child.
Protect your skin from mottling.
The sun is baking gently.
For here we are walking along the river side.
Where we shall pick banks of bluebells for free.
We shall smile and giggle.
Watch swans swimming by.
Heraldic and beautiful catching our eyes.
Behind the fence live the goats,
Strange creatures they are.
"Watch your bonnet Dorit,"
They'll steal it if they get a chance.
Curious creatures they are.
A family, of three.
Billy, Nanny and Delilah .
They are so very friendly.
They'd love to break free.
But their sweet release has nothing to do with thee or me.
Their eyes follow us.
We carry along on our summertime jaunt.
Nearly home now.
To our right a large cow.
If cows can smile at us, I'm sure that she did.
Indoors now.
Our bluebells in vases.
Bonnet hung up.
Undone ribbons and bows.
Shoes off.
You said your feet were sore.
I'm rubbing your toes.
To make them feel a bit better.
Evening is coming and she's needing a sweater.
Evening chills not thrilling.
Her bed is calling, she is so willing.
She's falling asleep, at the end of the day.
"Goodnight Dorit. "
(c) Livvi
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
Sky's caged in bars of wire
But my God, it's still so
Beautiful.
Slumped against a city wall
In this ghost I call a
Home
Moldy bricks and jagged cracks
And gasoline rainbows
And construction orange
Mottling all the grey.
Keep writing, she thought;
Keep writing and eventually
You'll find something
Beautiful
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
The worst part
Is always the missing
The aching
Oh how I wish you were here
It’s constant and aching
My chest is bruised from the inside out
My joints ache
My fingers pine
My mind replays you
Over and over
Smiling eyes
The sun on your skin
The sound of your heart beating
Your voice lighting up in laughter
The safety of your arms
Holding me in your bed
Sleepy breathing
Kissing my hands
The colour of your hair
Changing with the weather
Your lips on mine
Crooked smile
Our fingers intertwined
Your voice, telling me you loved me
The look in your eyes
How they changed
With the tides of your heart
The trees shadows mottling
Your ascent up the driveway
Chilly spring night
Finding me in the streets
Wrapped up on the couch
I’m encapsulated by you and your blankets
Safe in your arms
The only place I could truly rest
Oh how I love you.
Oh, how I miss you!
How I wish you were here
How I wish you were mine
It’s all I can do
Not to call you
Just to hear your voice
And hold onto you
A little while longer
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 4:48 AM UTC
Let's go back to the beginning:
First,
I have a large heart,
and I hope it doesn't get congested.
I sat,a rose;
it was a bed of thorns,
still,I, enjoyed it's comfort. But
dust soon fell.
Born of my head. Tongues of my mind;
It was a dream.
I closed my eyes to see. What a beautiful sight.
She pulled me by my left hand,"come here you,"
she whispered.
I was awoken to the sight of near-black,
but I held her firm.
Her breath greeted my face,
letting loose my balance.
She pulled me by my shirt;
"don't fall sweet." "Kiss me." -
And her lips melted into mine,
with her tongue searching for treasures-
All I did was welcome her to my island.
She spared a moment to stare into my eyes,
before going in for another ****
Within muffled moans,
under her blouse found my right hand.
... .
Many of this and her come and stay;
Even the mottling.
Let's go back to the beginning:
I have a large heart,
and I hope it doesn't get congested.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 4:39 AM UTC