Toy Soldier

 Every day is Sunday

Within the caress of my baby's lap

Lounging under the crawl of gentle loving fingers

In the languish of beauty

As though I am inside the metropolis of an orchid

The mist of femininity seduces me into a mystic trance

Melting under a waterfall of goodness

A playful God picks me up like a little toy soldier

Dropping me into the softest blossom of his garden

Naked honesty in sultry sweet tones

I am yours and yours alone