Made Electric By The Moon Poem by James McLain

Electric though your body is it changed my soul,
and who I thought went there I know where lovers go.
Back from where you came you show how I repose,
and when below the moon
with out stretched hand I with you each night have.

Warm shivers body shakes from,
I am touching what have I, I kiss right there.
Where armies can not change the way you feel.
By reaching out a hand to where you think I stand.

Doubters through our window huge eye balls that stare,
free to let them see what no one else has shared.
Winding rivers filled with milk and why it calms me down,
and the courage at what they see by how it feels.
Free to see the moon when it is setting, when it's full.

And when if after all
their the body feels electric
and if the body does not fill as fully as, as much I'll go.