Do You Really Love Me Poem by James McLain

WE are apart, the forest grows quiet between us.
She hushes herself, for midnight makes heavy her eyes.

The tangle of vines have no end, her hand's are empty,
Only tree's divide us, and on them the moonlight lies.

Oh are you asleep, or Iying awake, my animal, my lover?
Open your dreams to my love and your heart to my Words.

I send you my thoughts-the air between us is heavy,
My thoughts fly in through your window, a necklace
Of pearl's, moist, rests on your breast.