Clairjim Maraug

Moulding Some Clay - Poem by Clairjim Maraug

I walked the winding path leading down to the bay
Hope filled my heart as I last heard you say
You would try to meet me down here so that we could play
But as fate would have it, you could not get away
So I droped down for a while on the shore to lay
Wishing you were with me so we could mould some clay
In a most delightful and beautiful way
We would entwine in passions and let the sperm swim all day
Till finding your egg and then there to rest and to stay
As our new baby would then start to mould from the clay
And that is what we would do if you were not so far away
The white puffy clouds draw me down into slumber and spirits at play
Our spirits meet and dance and jump from cloud to cloud so gay
And the two spirits lay with eachother and the mould is complete
And shortly after comes a spirit child who is so very sweet
So it is done and awake or asleep we made a baby consumed in
loves burning and wonderful heat
My sweetheart and me and baby tweet tweet

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  • (12/7/2011 8:49:00 AM)

    I love this poem such a beautiful and meaningful flow to it....perfect
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, January 20, 2012

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