And With What Body Did She Come Poem by James McLain

And with what body did she come?
When she rejoices I can't run!
Luminocity the moon, I ask what Door?
Walking the night in pale moon light.

Face to face, I see through her eyes,
And she through mine.
It's only after I wish, I wish I knew,
And with that body she has come.

To finally know that it was real,
In sleep it's there we pass to kiss.
A pitcher cold and full with milk,
Without the snow, grows warmer still.