And Bill, 'Your Wife Poem by James McLain

and You of your long trust
allowing such one supple long
that is your other muscle
and head to sandy covered toe
your black bikini-ed is
to walk so sure and unafraid
her your she and by my side
I when you as now with her
I am not now but was
too lead those conversations
upon the stage of sand
off then into that the language
of which I speak
you understand as well as she
and children beings
and into temptation, I led her naught
as children played
and said, when brought
does it, will it bite me.
Things have shells I said to they
from which of course
inferred when spoken plainly.
Walking through the carpet soft
green grass, she said to me
she never did before, until today.