Come To Bed Dear Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Come To Bed Dear



As I think of you, I thought a little more
If such a little space, a space that could
Hold more, but more It would not hold.
My eyes are closed, my bodies wrapped,
In purple linen made of lead and glass.

Sunday, December 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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