Uninterrupted Thought..Not Bought Poem by James McLain

Filaments of dendrites petals flowing
scent beneath your humming brow
I smell the burning mind a
hollow shell.
Riding ropes of swinging thoughts
I dance from mountain tops your
chest I peak while milking
all I can leaving not
a dropp.
Hollow is the cleft you let me see I
gathered honey from your bees
to spread across your
pink fat lips.
Flipping pages banded books thining
layered no mistake I touch your
burning bush I groan in pain.
Mountain bridge hard back trail lost
unwinding visions eagles seem to
know the way you guide me
home within your soul.
Bracing fall of angels harps the lute a
sound so soft you strain to gather
hair of mine I lost my grip
to play this tune.