James McLain Poems

Perhaps,

Mercy cannot be shown
without the application
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A word perhaps to me is hope
and hope you used to use a lot.
Without perhaps it being hope for naught.
A lot of hope about the things you are,
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Confused intuition.
Until upon it she strikes.
She comes awake because of the coming.
Talking in her sleep and of others.
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Confused intuition.
Until upon it she strikes.
She comes awake because of the coming.
Talking in her sleep and of others.
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You divide each echo in delightful sound,
but withdraw from the head of pleasure.
If you make sounds of solitude rejoice,
one person your heart thus pursues.
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The pin and thread remains the bottom button is.
Between your finger and my thumb.
Looking up at me she states, Securely, as a gun.
When her window under mine, the clicking sound.
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Is this how your garden grows in secret too.
Daddies and Mums little girl.
Is the ocean floor filled with fingers
that dance and toes that move the air?
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And with a woman's breeding comes necessity.
Fair is not the concept of my buxom type?
Up the path and through the treed woods.
Along the trail around each bush,
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Tree of life, woman?
Candle of midnight I left concerning
all night burns.
Luminous surrounding.
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Tree of life, a woman's will, midnight candle
left all night is burning bright.
The crickets outside rubbing legs are never still.
The smell of musk of dogwoods bark,
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