And Some Thing I Know Poem by James McLain

too the few which are many,
and each secret you hold firmly
to your sore breast.
your so young and quite and you
hear them all when there coming.
and even when done and you are
pressed against those thin walls.
while inside each hand it whispers
hard against your ear and heavans
mind starts too wander around it again.
and they know that you don't and only
through them do you burn so hot.
mummy is daddy and daddy is mummy,
when the water is running, to free.
there's no tub too catch the flow,
i'm told i see it all.
my room and sweet apples,
white is the light and some how right now,
i smell not the same, as before.
and some thing i know must happen, again
if i do this to that.