After The Love Song Poem by James McLain

After the love song,
has left him with out her dear.
We can not remember our past.
The future is not exhaled or,
in some other time along that path.
Naked like the child I was she remains.
The very first full moon I saw.
Should it pull me back from rings to where.
Could it push her in to there,
when time it was and memories are because.
And being in the curtains love I was a beast.
I was to jealous of the eye,
escaping as for each past to whom.
Prose is not poetry you do to think of that.
They did,
and know of what we want before it comes.
Where I am you can not speak.
Could you not but stay that way.
The way you were,
not as you are until I come again.
In that hole,
there trap was laid and it waits for you to come.
You have trapped it where and deep I crawl.
But with sleep it stops the song of love.
The dream it pulls us in apart.
Close your eyes,
and breath the breadth, your toes I kissed as art.