Each Day It Met Poem by James McLain

I am that, any of her many things
and each day it meets under the moon tonight.
I shared my oneness which is her heart,
her heart my oneness, she shared.
As for her personal, 'Samson' it is, for the sake of it,
she had it, 'her, looking at his strengths indifferently.
And I wander about the sun; As for her as for me,
who looked up at her, down on me,
he was her best friend, she was not deeply and I.