Being Withdrawn Poem by James McLain

Being withdrawn,
from the humid hot night.
Without the distraction of sound.
It is good to feel what you feel.
It is as close to love as love gets.
With you asleep under cover of night,
Your net like a fish, where I'm caught.
I am at your side held up by you.
Like a rope, I am hemp kept twisted.

Being withdrawn,
Day is gone and your hands navigate,
around the world sleeping with dreams.
Your body I feel in sleep some times,
is abandoned to all who breath.
Like the tree full of leaves that the wind,
pulls apart they pursue me.

Being withdrawn,
I am rising.
Better to live with other things,
and the dew covered dawn.
Where two lay side by side,
turning to greet each ourselves.

Being withdrawn,
something remains and even in sleep,
your secret will not die.
Even when I call out your name.