It Is Between Her Cold Glass Thighs Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

It Is Between Her Cold Glass Thighs



It touches It cracks It weeps It sighs
jabbing hurting this fine mind yours
to waste treeless shore
roseless scent robbed breath
fallen throne weeping
leering barren legs parted cave
black snow loveless
flake upon your sightless milk eye.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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