Between Your Secret Poem by James McLain

Between your secret
and by His, is her silence
is it poetry
can you taste the air or not
jet plains contrails long white finger
ocean spray fills the air
and His simple word
each boy and girl
i can't see their pretty faces
white my pearls around your neck
she is made of blood
and being tired
the butterfly
being wet, 'the waves upon her shore
are distant white
and buttered jars of green grape leaves
between your secret, 'is my hand.
and by Your hand it is i'm loved.
when i see your face inside your panties
i stay free
and being called by you, 'i see
the shadow of my keeper.