Sharing Laughter and My Barrel of Blue Monkies
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I am drawn to your form
-why is it yours?
Perhaps just a chemical bond forged in youth
life's true mystery,
You and I..
the errant sleuth.
Decided now, no perfect moment -now or hereafter
without one in yours..
no finer mind,
no brighter laughter..
Spill out my barrel of blue monkies on your floor
-you remember, don't you?
arms reaching out in long chains,
wide-eyed wonders in color -just like before.
If only we could play for a day..
-would you ask me to stay?
I would for an eternity,
as you in me.
And when we grow up
finally..
we can find other games,
fulfill new urges,
primally.
The linger of your perfumed hand, oh my..
free will no longer mine.
Every laugh wrinkle placed just so,
to catch my eye.
Drawn to your form, oh yes..
but still I wonder..
why yours?
Copyright © Quoth Theraven | Year Posted 2021
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