I Thought You Were A Woman Poem by James McLain

I am sorry I thought you were a woman.
The body becomes after teenage suicide
and my agony superficialy she knew.

To hold it back all covet royal weddings
golden rain no umbrella one simple vow.
I must love you until it bursts your heart.

I am coarse a brute a boar with yellow long teeth
never white because what I eat.
Moon under cover-slips right over
and I am like you full of juice.
I will come again I learned at last what to say.
Safe from the storm I am more than simple.

Softly with my finger like that I am that.