David William Breidenthal Poet Rhyme

Wood Chips

You are the wood chips on my feet
It stings me in satisfaction oh so neat
Your childlike memories got me complete
I need you and I want you, so take a seat

We met in the spiralling spur of the moment
We complete each other, my lovely angel so Godsent 
You changed me in ways I can't undo 
Can't fathom the crazy things that you do

I'm stepping on wood and glass shavings
I'm wondering what your precious joy brings
I'm stepping on the ground, feeling elevating gravity 
Knee deep without a sound, feeling myself ascending with glee 

I want to bring you to your heartfelt home 
You'll be like a happy-go-lucky garden gnome
You are the woodchips of my heart
You are the residue of vivacious art

You bring me to the swings of delight
You heal me with words of wisdom alight
Wiping off the dirt from my super tiny toes 
You are giving me happiness beyond woes

Carress me with your clever, ever-swaying ways
Crown me with your unique, elegant, royal praise 
You have given me a million splinters, but I don't mind
As long as I can pull them out just fine without becoming blind

You sprinkle salt and pepper
Upon my distasteful flavor
You sprinkle filth and soap
Upon these emotions that I find hard to cope

If I can smell the roses of your beauty,
I would be smothered with eloquent equity 
If I can taste the honey of your jolly joy,
I would adore it and crave it like a toy to a little boy 

Behave and be brave and walk that walk 
Soon, you will be a wood piece again
Like sand to a mighty rock as you talk that talk
You're a butterfly out of its cocoon or a cub out of his den 

You will be whole as life takes its toll
You will be complete
Wishing for the same for me and all
Now, go above my feet!

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