James McLain Poems

Clothed In Beauty;
each chiseled branch
hangs full of fruit.
The silent observer bides
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With each springs white top.
Shaken off by hands unseen.
Wanders by each lofty lonely face.
Places it is wind it needs to show.
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i carry your heart within me) do you
within mine as well) lockets of hair
your sweet breath i smell and pulses i
feel make me flow out lets me know it's you
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taboo words and such; speak fall from your lips
and silk french lacy panties there outside a face,
drive even most of us and even you, quite mad.
Do knickers look and feel the same, to they
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She does not nag nag nag
she takes a bath every day
she is not gay one day and
crooked the next she knows
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From one nipple it is a sign.
From two it is an Omen.
A single dropp can be.
Smeared.
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Since, 'You' Went Away;
Neath the trees and green grass.
She has come to grow in ways,
and looking down, you know.
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Setting Suns; and with one
well worn, i wash in a cloth.
i open too close both eyes.
and with how my lovingly now
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On My Nose Has Worn A Rose.
Each petal too it's heart.
Looking for the sun, it sits alone.
Until it comes to near the moon again.
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The call comes late at night.
From the previous,
engagements before i have set.
Restrooms and Wireless;
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