Early Creation Of A Loving Poet Poem by James McLain

Her grace and beauty caused me to travel,
Far and wide,
And her beauty, stold my heart.

Of the earth, she smells and clean, she is.
She holds the key to the gates of heaven,
She won't let me enter, until the sun goes down.

My eye she sees, I have on her and to her
Father, I offer all my good intentions.

Pale unseen, by the sun her breast are soft,
Ripe mellon's, not like other's, filled with seed that
Others plant in the fallow, baren soil.

She make take from me, all that I have.
Secrets of my peace, my heat, the sun shine's on.
She smells of the earth and in this earth,
She plant's and grows a tree.
And as I move within leafless bush, it swallows me.


Within each hand, both filled with need, she
Lays me down in sleep and then once more,
I come alive and I'm waiting where she dream's.