Dasies Sunflowers - Poem by James McLain
when a man opens the woman,
it is like a pink coral sea,
it will never be closed too still.
hesitation with in the sun.
a flower on the bush.
a bud mixed in flowers.
they wonder off it.
and folded beneath it they feel.
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