She Said I'M Nuts Well She's Poem by James McLain

Dear Indigestible,

The only pair you left me..are under your chin
at rest..expanding in breath..that's warm to
fresh...to seed the garden in falls..to my knees
to long..a dropp of water from your spring..brings
life in tired joy filled hands...bubbles of soap an
Irish bee's pollen..laid in wait..honeys return..blessing
blessings..utters..utters.. milked..in soft silky..tongue
sliding...narrow paths explored by farmers poor
like...) it(or not..) it(s a hovel we share) it(s expenses
your bliss is happy when you moan in falls..a crown
resting lightly..known hill top..crowned in foams water..
that falls from the secret...cave of life..my death..reposes
here in you) it(stays a growth a thorn..desires famished
meal) it(live for you...) It(s lovelyingly..loved) it(s you to
) it(it) s you.....

) it(cannot be reproduced unless) it(does) it(for you.
) it(s honest) it(s morally impotent) it(knows you are
wiesasellais....) it(varies) it(s lengthy seductions in you.
) it(s no major production unless you want) it(to
Of course) it(s nuts every one famous like) it(is..