Her Eyes And Her Hands Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Her Eyes And Her Hands



Have been exclusively on demand and have never pumped.
A few weeks back, I bought a few tears.
(apples and pear trees and bananas)
And a thin box of rice see through cereal.
Have you naught I have heard, and reread.
After having been bathed
(with either white water or breast milk)
Prefering most tanned are the woods, mommy's milk.
Simply because it seems to me,
that it would be a bit more tactile in thought and nutritious.
And I think she would take again to it more or less better.
If it had that down home familiar butter taste.
However, again, with never having been pumped, I am.

I trust I remain most respectfully,
is it poetry.

P.S.
Do you warm the entire thing up
and then reunuse the portion is not being used not wasted?

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