James McLain Poems

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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why do i ache.
can you tell me.
and i do when you gently.
i ache.
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Comfort
is more than that
soft husky voice
I hear.
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When you
come
out of the
shell
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Your thin walls..hold my..lantern..
Onions silky skin..glows bright red..
Green tall stalks..bamboo it's shinny..
Fresh cut wick..needs..consonants..
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is it not 'Erotic'
what i'm
writing
here to you
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The Rod from God,
portents and once untouchable.
Bullets and battle fields.
Milk and honey.
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The Shape of The Tree
and the force that bent it over.
Bent more,
than the wind ever should.
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