James McLain Poems

The spiraling shellfish
alignment of the crescent
from which it turned
and your control
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That hand so familial belongs to my mom, but it is
caressing my bare chest, in my fake sleep.
Through the cotton brassiere it was next,
climbing each of my two small steps.
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and for now i am
away from that
from which such grief
these are my longest of
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A virgin,
whom neither is able to have.
As for her, there is a clearing
he has made.
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After word he drifted off,
head rolling side to side.
I'm sure if I spoke to him
he would be unable to form a coherent sentence
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She Offers Everything
As for mine/my offering and her pulling me along,
and for my softly talking, walking, here where we belong.
She is some strong woman within the wild,
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As for me, your temptation waits.
under the moon it is sometimes,
but I have known whether I to whom it is.
Even after the wine is warm.
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again useless struggling
beacuse out of it
to his neck quick in the sand
thus as love was he caught
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The bloody smell of my, each after life
from yours each stained black is dead centered,
feeling the wetness inside of your panties
and of each group of you
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from the inside
looking outside
from the downcast one with time
the city which with night became it never falls like dawn
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