This Poem was Submitted By: Samantha Jone King On Date: 2001-06-17 16:46:32 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Playtime

I was a child of nine when you became my companion, You were the subject of my fantasy and the object of my reality. My mandible and collar latched on as I explored you with educated touch. I will never forget my debut playtime with you. Oh you, my friend, my love, art glorious in beauty. The Lord Himself instructed the craftsman who made you, And breathed the breath of resonance into your vessel. Blessed is the One who designed my playtime with you. As I sit and unveil your code through the dotted-striped maze, I become intoxicated as you engulf the cells of my fingerprints. Our amorous union completes when you melt into my flesh. Requited solicitude is the essence of my playtime with you. Your speech rings out in chocolaty decibels, And only palpitations of air can translate our language. We arpeggiate only what we know to be true, For this is perfected during my playtime with you. I beckon to my grayest matter and access our scores, So that your metallic thread may weave my cadenza into the acoustics.  Warm gels imbue as I deliver you into the auricles of the multitudes. Oh, how they feast on the melodic fruits of my playtime with you.

Copyright © June 2001 Samantha Jone King


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