James McLain Poems

Languidly stretches to separate it is humid.
Pink,
Greek marble columns it makes to slide in the smooth vase.
The color of the color velvet fire a rose.
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Come my days are fire and nights
and like your yellow sun.
The wick that holds the wax together
shortens as it burns.
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Let it be forgiven,
as a memory long past forgotten
and from the future comes a wave
as we stand upon that golden shore
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A blossom tips the branch
closer to the sound
every time that you come near
leaves flutter too the ground
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In your hands, is my heart.
Why, it is bleeding,
and how can I, hold it in?
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Woman how do you live with it...die for it..is it for the moon..
..unveiled it weeps..always..yes it is forever now happy..
..It is normal why fight with your mind?
..This body..yours as it unwinds * sighs * the wind..
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Human souls...like..
night and day...rivers..
high and banked...
That give no thanks..
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A special place
that none
may find
where winds
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