Eating Breakfast Their, At Tiffanie's Poem by James McLain

it was not the sea side nor her other fine salon
and yet about you, wrapped within it
you were windy there,
moving as you moved the way you do.
through all the trees and bushes.
because of you\your other you/your sunny hair
and is it so full of it/so much so that you have to
wash it all completely out, smokey is as does
before you roam there off too far around it, safe in sleep.
you are solid fine and solid as you know you are
constantly, adjustments making, tweaking seeking.
so it fits around your waist just a little tighter.
and when he your other watches and he becomes you,
so full and heavy with it, that you have to say,
patience is love that will be there waiting, always open.
and i the watcher, watching always watching.
i could not compare you too any of that, on the
other side of that inside, like bees that buzz around you.
and she the other 'you' laughing with her merry eyes
thinking what of i like them perhaps they do not i,
your smile, her's were blue and yours?
and bending over her a role reversal, i could say
and there i saw hers, what i saw, she let me see.
and even though perhaps because they were.
she is that candy cane, i think you are a woman.
did i not say to you, are you the girl, whom came
to me and when the moon is full with you, inspired,
............a lady 'loves' her Mr......
eating breakfast their, at Tiffanie's.