James McLain Poems

'Dear'...when you smile like that
is such a troublesome i worry
and verbal, 'scrambled intercourse! !
Why to be loving terrible,
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There is no escaping the touch of love.
And the ring around the moon,
my body is when one because.
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The deep black quite silence of the night.
When patiently it goes, waiting it waits for you.
Smaller is that of the center, being where I stand.
Like some other being, I am looking around isolated.
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A woman came and moved me over there.
Past the water mark, last night, her tide, I knew.
And the tide it moved her low warm smile,
it higher rose and wet.
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If it is not forgotten,
and never must I speak to you of dying love.
How I must in truth you passing, must I long.
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Upright, hold on tight.
My best, is Beauregard.
Up and down, love is.
Will it be airtight?
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When ever, light is formed.
Where ever, art is from.
Such of his,
is you are thinking this.
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It was never very late I early, fully understood.
Walking by her ponds, beneath the moon.
Out back theres my one roomed house.
I am me and she I am to afraid across the room.
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Growing overnight, springing up, very white.
Prudence between sleeps each one of our toes.
Do it to become us and fixed are the tops.
Do to the air blow it gently with your nose.
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When I am lost, I talk to no one but you, no other women.
Some times I think,
they always think, knowing I always think of you.
Words such as yours are clever and clear like the wind
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