Day And Night Poem by James McLain

Overhead the moon is dark full of cuts
I taste the smell of her chocolate panties.
My biggest fear is when she unto me comes.
Dancing and laughing into my wet dreams
She is the dearest of all.
She trades on her secrets not my compassion.
Lest it shut forget the heart I aim for the eyes.
Lips smacking open of death.
Bending over each cloud that I part.
When driven too deep
and up to my hips I wade slowly through it.
By your very hand - your lips it grew hard.
I am the evening and you are the stars.
With your long pink fingers I turn the page.
It only grows longer as it rains in east 'Texas.
The barefooted girl in the rain, I hear singing.