James McLain Poems

writing poetry
stories of love
one happy marriage
sex and the sun
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In the shade
I feel her wait,
In the distance I feel her hatred.
On my neck I feel her breath,
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She observes 'His' silhouette.
He peels off judgments warmth of day.
Could she hear the beating of my heart?
Does it feel my suns desire…
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Woman of Goth,
J' saw one and felt it's hand
in my hair as it cut them.
I live in any imagination if but it could j' felt.
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Devours a heart it incalculably beats-rapid.
Secrecy-kept Can; not cure - theirs too.
And in saying-of this too them.
Should you-have also?
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We like to drink after and
she likes lt hotter than the water
and her face is always soft
and peaceful
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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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