England Poem by James McLain

To whom that you whom are,
I would in ' English ' speak.
Being potential, the woman.
Your vast sparrowed hips,
would I split as such have I said.
The muscle inbetween,
called the taint,
Between finger and thumb
at my will,
picking I, of the two.
A knot on a rag would me for you chew.
Be my mother, my lover, my friend,
both would do well, I would of us think.
As I would like a vine unto you and I would,
knotted up deep inside letting you, I chose.
As the walls have 'T' boned ears,
saying said such, have I known for years.
Like wise in reverse done well the two.
And as such,
is the strentgh between, your thin walls.
Fire and little ice.
I have a daughter as well.
Seven and mine and she is.