Moist Is Too Mist Poem by James McLain

Silky maintaining closer too with the chest
to gleaming and blind that I am.
Closer to mist;
too offer it as thus of more bluest of blue
luminous the dark cotton candy explosive the mind
of joy it enchants us above always us at the highest
like-also me above going down
waves slowly in motion
are you crowned in to deep inside hear me speak.
Strike quick this heart deeply the eyes of thine like mine
my hand your executioner brought to the top naked
the end near; extended,
pray rest it in death there you smell all around me.
Just to dig you up once again and pretty eye looking down
none but you try to hind me.