There Is A Particular Someone Poem by James McLain

Most of us understand the impact of words.
My love comes to me even in sleep.
Dark spaces those places in rock where I lived for years.
Afterwards the eye of the storm in us.
We know the responsibility of raising children.
The man that you love and like returns
each day, you are gone.

We are here where I'm at mornings bring.
And when life grows boring your where.
If in your living room,
I slice to the bud of the rose that is there.
A pretty ankle turned I can't be burned.
The fire has it's place in your soul.
And if by my neck you should squeeze.
Surely ever widely like the sun I'll explode.