James McLain

Gold Star - 37,591 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Advances - Poem by James McLain

Advances then;
and milk-the - drink of him-deep
draw aside to it around your just pale yellow face
between your lips
and in your hair frosted yellow because it launched mountains
around you and you seize the beds edge of
and moved him with you in the top
and work tightly the bottom as well
and low salty races of sweat your face is firmly
of the base with above
what to you draw it up just enough with the so slow top it
of the drops and outside another drip
it injects through so much consumed it quickly
how it wounds; discussion, suction, poping
each round stone with your leaves 'I' and the hot sun of bucking
as it waits in lt' S interior of full brown bag
how slow just it is assembled;
with the top and 'your' other at the bottom independently
how for you they inflate and with lt' S
end the avid breath less hands drained this light,
the night became bone-dry.
your pale yellow face
just how it moves me;
fordged I will not be never identical 'I am free' dead still.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 2, 2010



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