Can The Lady Love This Mister Poem by James McLain

Because of it 'we' laughed as grass is green there is she common.
Realized; how it is I became, such implied in her, with favor.
And being left off distant of, but near to her, I thus became.
Whose teeth white flashed, the sun as she was now to show them.

I was drawn inside by her sweet minty breath, she 'made', as was it
I inhaled with each profound look, I rediscovered.

Lost then finally found within, dark caves of sound, so deep
and smooth, so rich and throaty, singing music all the time.

Never ravaged but by scotch and time and filtered cigarettes.

Though detached always above, I look again there down below it.
Such is an
undulation a visitation, invisible muscles moving up and down around it.

A young woman,
on the beach 'she' hurries past us saying.
Drawing briefly it aside a black and white transparent wet bikini.

Made it said in china,
hot a sweating mask, I looked beyond it.
Bronzed this body made, I think of her with violet posies, confusing she with her.

Does your Lady and the Mister' (wish to take it to the ocean?
Does the Lady and the Mister) 'wish to wash it lightly off?

One day, 'in time each grain of sand and foam, 'she did - politely ask?

I decided that if it comes when I and if I must,
that this next verbal jolt, 'when it hit' could fly a kite without a tail,
certain repercussions of those acute remarks, open cuts bleeding
might as hearts are won and then as thoughts be lost.

She with her and I, this afternoon could still may be, the sun so hot.

I concentrated on both, by my seat a well of deep emotions.
With a careful, deeper why, I trust my mind, too find it wonders.
Kept thus safe in time, inside I've grown to know and ponder why.

Wistful he for she/her much and subtle this my love, could be her double.
Once was I, of kind like mind, a person drifts at times so far away.

When life like that just walks away or simply floats right past us.
Then washed amongst the rocks and foam the wind it blew away.