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'Soul Child's Response'

By Salty

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My cry's echo, Down hollow halls. They reverberate, Against your uterine walls. Do you hear my calls? As I scream your name, 'Mommy!' What you want, I want the same. To be attached to your blood, Covered in your mud. A flower to bloom, Not even a bud. I am lost, In the labyrinth of your soul. A reflection of your love, Soon to be whole. The tapestry of my body, Not yet to be wove. My feet, Pitter-patter, On the valves of your heart. My hands hold keys, Igniting the start. I swim, In the rim. Under waves, Of your skin. Drown in your sorrows, As they take my breath in. 'Daddy?' I ache for your arms, To cradle my limbs. Smelling my skin, My creases and bends. I feel the love, That you have made. Shaking my spirit, Rivers I wade. Dipping my toes, In the canals of your woes. As you plant my seed, To reap what you sow. Good things come, To those who wait. The fish of my body, Bite at your bait. Yet I wait to hook. Sitting in your cranny, Resting in your nook. But don't stop fishing, When the time is right. I'll open my mouth, And suckle the bite. I'll crackle your tomb, Deliver my body, In your bubble-wrapped womb. Sliding my spirit, Out your motherly door. They'll slap my back, And you'll hear my roar. Rolling my thunder, Hearing my cries. A pair of blue/green eyes, That see through lies. Every time I look at you, Smiling daddy's smiles. With those cheeks that pop, And my curly mop. My cappucino skin. Cream of the crop. I hold my hand up, Pledging my oath. That my soul will remain, During the trials of my growth. I know you love me, As I love you more. I wait for the pleasure, To slide out your door. To relax my mouth, Upon your breast. My silky head, Your lips caress. Feeling your heart beat, Knowing the cause. Hearing our sighs, Counting the pause. And if I neve, Grace your presence. My soul will remain, In your permanent residence. For eternity, Tomorrow, Perhaps one day soon. For you to pick the rose. That you planted to bloom. Written October 22nd, 2001 © on Oct 22 2001 02:41 AM PST   0 • 18 • 12

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"My cry's echo, Down hollow halls. They reverberate, Against your uterine walls. Do you hear my calls? As I scream your name, 'Mommy!' What you want, I want the same. To be attached to your blood, Covered in your mud. A flower to bloom, Not even a bud. I am lost, In the labyrinth of your soul. A reflection of your love, Soon to be whole. The tapestry of my body, Not yet to be wove. My feet, Pitter-patter, On the valves of your heart. My hands hold keys, Igniting the start. I swim, In the rim. Under waves, Of your skin. Drown in your sorrows, As they take my breath in. 'Daddy?' I ache for your arms, To cradle my limbs. Smelling my skin, My creases and bends. I feel the love, That you have made. Shaking my spirit, Rivers I wade. Dipping my toes, In the canals of your woes. As you plant my seed, To reap what you sow. Good things come, To those who wait. The fish of my body, Bite at your bait. Yet I wait to hook. Sitting in your cranny, Resting in your nook. But don't stop fishing, When the time is right. I'll open my mouth, And suckle the bite. I'll crackle your tomb, Deliver my body, In your bubble-wrapped womb. Sliding my spirit, Out your motherly door. They'll slap my back, And you'll hear my roar. Rolling my thunder, Hearing my cries. A pair of blue/green eyes, That see through lies. Every time I look at you, Smiling daddy's smiles. With those cheeks that pop, And my curly mop. My cappucino skin. Cream of the crop. I hold my hand up, Pledging my oath. That my soul will remain, During the trials of my growth. I know you love me, As I love you more. I wait for the pleasure, To slide out your door. To relax my mouth, Upon your breast. My silky head, Your lips caress. Feeling your heart beat, Knowing the cause. Hearing our sighs, Counting the pause. And if I neve, Grace your presence. My soul will remain, In your permanent residence. For eternity, Tomorrow, Perhaps one day soon. For you to pick the rose. That you planted to bloom...."

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