James McLain Poems

There is a lip whose like this lip is thick.
Them them [lay] a dizzily more liberal space is
necessary surroundings company suffering.
Them some the pretty face is handsome
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I can not notice the words they speak,
the lights dimmed,
so there is a growing,
laughing men and maids in the volunteer search for him my eyes.
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thy kiss
do i miss
sweet
cotton is candy
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How long must I wait.
Your smile I see all around me.
The moon in the sky.
Bright light from your eyes.
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The spark from life and fullness, day revives.
And in the deep of night a tree spreads roots.
Each branch the bush beneath is natures drive.
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The woman full.
The sun it burns.
The earth when wet which scented smells.
Between the collums,
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Each person who dreams,
dreams of dreaming.
Dreaming
dreams of me.
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The moon has one of my many faces.
Inside the face,
is a ring I have never traced.
Both eyes,
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I was maybe eight or perhaps I was little there, nine.
And from slight itching,
interest I inserted my little finger, in by yours.
The feeling there I am fearful,
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It is a cool night, though not the one
I wish to be caught out side of.The wet grass
soundlessly as I know it shortly day will reappear.
Through the moonlit night others lost may come,
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