James McLain Poems

Hunting shirts previously worn without my say
blisters to the soul reaching out shrived arm
finger broken in nose there to stay.
Hefty are my parts that grow when I sleep
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Velvet hand grips half moons
petals rise in rose
bloom opens
envelope of intoxication
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Ashamed it is that I am..
four pieces of dead cow I consumed
mostly raw with glee
happy is it
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Are not that important
erections left inside
discretions
are the ones you will be
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So hot..smoking trots
mouth as fine
as wine
eyes that glitter
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Comet tail hiding tears and
stars of you there weeping
Space around thoughts as
sleeping veils and twilights
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Mist covered golden field
dusty hay covered sleep.
Sweeping cob webs lite
arms covered loves dew.
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Strait away paths hedges prick
leaving steps behind I count.
Level flat stones catch wind
of your preferred years.
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Twisted is the way of words at war
having none to many knickers.
Pleasurable manta of ardor winds
rooms bed wedged together lent.
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