And In It/It Dies Poem by James McLain

i only...desire the one simple fact...
that i may possess your heart...
your center....
it's sun...hot burning...
on fire...
As for me....
you are the fact...
that i can with love...
you it desired....
As for me the simple fact...
that I can be happy...
hearing your song.. is desired.
when you sing it...
As for me the fact...
that i can be brought up...
by you it is burning... desired.
i desire the fact that you posses....
specifics...
and wise in your selection...
i desire the fact that you choose..
every other...
another it's road...
And for me your swan...
in your' You desired...
the simple badness of it.
As for me i didn't but...You...
it desired...
full is desire...
and in it/it dies…