She then wears her special smile
an inamorata's conspiratorial
signalling her arousal, need to get me closer
right there in a room full of people
all of us in the midst of serious business.
I have deep yearning in my eyes
that in turn sets fire to her love central
we burn to be in each other's arms
lovers in exile, commandeer private moments
deflecting watchful eyes of jealousy
every time our secret rituals of amour
take unexpected arms and win wars.

Say the three
Words
I love hearing:
*See you tomorrow.

So the only thing you lay claim to
is you are a poet.

He was referring to my CV
where it was mentioned boldly
the art I dabble in.

But that’s no skill
shrugged the questioner
doesn’t hone your ability
in finance management
or marketing strategy

can’t fetch one good deal
for the company
your poetry

but to be frank with you
I too wrote a few
only to dump before it got me
your poetry

otherwise I fear
I would not have been here.

Outside were faces in nervous wait.

I wondered if among them
was another poet!

when the tongues of snakes
flicker in your words.

when the day is darker
in my mind,
than the greying of the clouds

when sighs sing, melancholy
refrains.

then from you I am gone....

into a world asunder
a city of  labyrinth alleyways
that lead all to a fountain
of water tainted,
by memories unkind.

it is there,
there you will find
the bare bones of me.
sitting, drinking
at the fountain head,
drinking rememberances
of days gone by,
days desperate, diluted
with desire of a better hope.

the leaves are beginning to turn
the tips just edged with the glory
of colour

in the early morning air
that crisp nip
gnawing away at summer

and the birds are beginning to leave or forage for warm nesting

the little blucat, watches this
activity from the comfort
of the warm window ledges
in the sun room,
before dozing once more
head pressed to the warm glass

Shivering against the cold
Fresh hair cut and she is old-
er
Wire fox terrier off white

plays hard and treats her toys light-
ly
curly lamb to sleek slim cut
demands attention, no if, and or, but

"Pretty me pretty me pet me keep me warm"
She is more than just a pretty face, not a farm-
dog
Curled up close against my leg to ward off the cool chill tonight

She is a companion dog and all her challenges are now my delight.

My ***** are killing me today.
They're really sore.
Abused too much.
Been using them all day and night.
Just a little callous.
Worked thirteen hours on the go
The ***** are those on the soles of my feet!
(c) Livvi

the way the teeth get out of the way of the tongue,
the sounds come from the throat and below,
maybe it starts at a big toe?

the sinus chamber is more plus than
minus, adding to the echo that only
you hear, no fear built in reverb!

read the long and the small,
stories, poetry and all aloud,
hear that voice, it is yours,

BE PROUD!

play with your voice, become a vocal
acrobat by choice, assembled a vocal
ensemble with your chords,
all the poems and words, you horde,

for reading
when with
your light
alone at night
you read a million words
to learn to love the sound
of your voice, shaping
words, adding emotion
to a two dimensional framework
and making it a verbal ballet!