A Cave For Mothers, Lover Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

A Cave For Mothers, Lover



Parting silk rushes the cliff side
honeyed with combs, host honors
undis turbed.
Walls smoothed, in appreciation.
Tools absent, pools, small holes do
lay scattered.Heat from the hill is a
hand on the belly, her womb, as fire.

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Carol Gall 15 May 2009

aww making love , , , , ,

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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