Even The Woman Inside Poem by James McLain

And he covers her over smokey completly
even the woman inside
where she who even offers up the deflowering
towering, trembling, knowing she will feel the base.
And as for her/he is by law to her permitted
and as for her damaged heart her every her
and the expansion tank like a ballon inside
being forever inflated in the center and even
where she shouts open the nozzle open it is destroyed
it seems too her that the extent of the winged center
withdrawn like a butterfly flapping too the soft under belly.
She who before is being processed more widely
than the night can ever cover the sky and with his i'm gasping.
Feeling the stones pounding which tries the fact that her eye
which will on the morrow be french vanella of the sky
whose thickness of her darkroom is white
and it extends and expands tearing the panties where even
it is not permitted, and it has hurt, caused damage to my heart.