James McLain Poems

i can not with draw it:
and think that your face
will become what it was before
and though i tease it, it swirls
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more are your wants,
and they come
while they came
and still
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A secrets hold.....
is Obsessed for being held....
Lines...are often split...
One holds.. two open sides...
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i come too with the mist
and deep in the night
i arrive you are there
and i wait as you sit
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Some of the children, I see;
Driving bye,
Where did they come from.
Sitting at the light, one arrives.
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With each thrust;
The Knife
Along one broad edge.
Bent upward at two angles.
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Psychoanalyse some use Of Words;
You choose too find spread through out.
Rose clingy and each new bud plays with Lily.
Moss or green beards, soft hands, rolling stones.
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Here is All your 'world' I think of some
When it spins round-
your world is mine,
within each side you teach,
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Would you complicate,
it's simple mind to speak not, ever more?
Would you tell it, that you love it,
when it's dimpled world you held outside your hands
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