Coming Out Back Poem by James McLain

Looking at my love.
Outside of you, looking down.
Coming out back, laying down
inside, up against it.
Smooth wrapping the packing,
are you, my doctor of pain.
The cavity of where it is true each our destiny.
Elegant or around that another,
another is to it, once found, bound around it.
Being professional,
the power which no one is that, try to abandon
our worries from this new medical science.
Is/to my companion the traveler,
and being careful.
Presently it is tense, I am pleased, you permit it.