James McLain Poems

If you are, I am what?
Frightened about all that nothing, is?
Concise happy being young,
seeing you grow archaic diligent
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come unto me while inside drifting clouds.


Of the message inside drifting clouds
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Blind right now in this is your only eye.
Filled so full that only the ring is seen.
Thoughs run off too deep is the sea.
A muffin that blinks often cream cheese.
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To feel for ever that it is soft my fall don't swell.
Awake for ever in a sweet surrender to the sky undressed.
Laid apart so open still,
to still to hear one tender-taken softly whispered water lily fragrant this when heard her breath,
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Is it your moon on the beach
looking up from the sea where the wind
and the waves come inside?
The ring around it, that keeps him inside,
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One or the other eyes looking, at you.
The way to your most one has entered
and lost, be it moved.
She is the most awesome hot-tie.
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As for her.
Those most remarkable breasts.
Breasts on this body of bodies.
Terra gotta, and as for those poor married stupid men,
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However the wood through choice matures.
However it must grow.
Rose when it is small,
dancing around in the nude.
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All the ones that I love, that love me.
It rocks me off deep in sleep.
It is safe inside of the nest for now.
Waiting until tomorrow comes night.
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Most come and depart my love.
Heaven came with something as for your the other.
Life when it is or is not mine your own.
Lips which of they, whom could have.
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