James McLain Poems

How by the gantry of my once elegant home
you pick the fruit off
With your wild cold fists closed in fury.
Darning fruit garlands made of wind.
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Why make us love so high above the sky?
Since I am not held fast within, Your, Sister!
Hence the wind that blows does not require us more.
Breaches there on greener grass to dry.
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Soft feelings
undulate by like one never so hot,
mid summer nights sweet heat,
soft lips touch my skin,
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You made my blood as well
run off deeply,
heat and red I offerup what you need
In exchange of something erotic.
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I could not avoid your eye
though my ego sore
when there you sat down hoped openly
and with the sky
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Enlightened love.
She believes that it takes courage
to go down And sink to the deepest of the deep.
Skin from her secret heart.
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it is cold tonight
and it was only our good fortune
that let me find this place for us to sleep
and blankets and i have your warm breasts
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it has been said by others they are you safe from it.
it be no hand it knows no colors bound sets free.
and the field or truth it ploughs in which it plays.
some can even say the seed it plants makes the,
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What's so funny Mr e.e...
I have a few minutes now it seems to speak..do you?
Too squeeze some OJ but once again.
Nothing have I to say about that.
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Hello love lies thus broken;
My spectrum around me harms and lost my day.
Like a wild beast you keep herein my manner;
My emanation long to keep we swept aside.
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