James McLain Poems

I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
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Lip's,
These are my lips.
They are big full lips.
They need more open space to
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His dirty dog kept
moving on.
Pissing on what he liked,
but never owned.
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What do I owe to you,
Beloved,
Who loved me once all night?
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Peace flows into me, by only you
As does the tide to the pool by the shore.
Is it not mine forevermore?
It ebbs not back to me like the sea.
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Her lips, a canvas of beauty, divine,
A tantalizing allure, a delicate line.
A crimson curve that steals every glance,
With each subtle smile, they mesmerize, entrance.
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In a world where norms reside,
Where rules and patterns coincide,
What is normal, pray, define,
For this tangled web, this grand design?
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Of all my loves, loved far and wide,
only one was at my side.
And if love is but desire, the fire she built,
has covered me in lonely cotton clouds.
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Lonley, I stand in the wind,
The storm that I'm in surrounds me.
I here it call come to me, the night
Begins it's call.
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But when I'm gone and time stands still,
You were the want, I'm wanting you now.
And of love, the wine in a chalice, not grapes of wrath;
like a rose as it opens.
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