Your Pale White Hand Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Your Pale White Hand



worldly and others are sleeping
your pale white hand
window it enters
windy smiling it rustles
tree tops reddened
like a white wild cherry flower
you and I
danced
all live together with
I am the white and draped
you round with my body
holding interior of an egg,
her shell I am.

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Ankita Sharma 12 March 2010

something's coming together really good

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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