Tree Of Life, And Woman Poem by James McLain

Tree of life, woman?
Candle of midnight I left concerning
all night burns.
Luminous surrounding.
The cricket outside rubbing legs.
Sitting humming are not ever still.
If trust I must,
the smell is musk dogwood shells.
Eyes closed open tight.
Reflection of the moon I hide my tears.
He is there on the other side of where?
What is of left mine are muffled sobs.
You come and stand outside in the rain.
No one hears you call my call dear.
Each secret woman knows.
Forbidding this I know.
Knowledge that was swept away
now floats between each coast.
The legs of Titans made of marble I engraved.
Lest between from you and me from there I go.
With the pretext of the removed cloth.
And neath this mask a flash of sulfur night.
I am compared by you to he, unto you big.
If Apollo after Zeus whom then first came?
I came before, Infinity then is of your own control.
Where I am in you, I am by no means so much small.
Your secret spreads I kiss.
Hushed my hand your eye a Cyclops made.
And I withdrew the other firmer kiss.
Who covers all such never ending love.
Because we March off into the never ending war.
Electric is such dark that they see it far beyond the sky.
When mortal beings only wish to die and die.