Fet⋅ Ish Poem by James McLain

A fetish
is invariably a noun.
When given:
the opportunity to see mine.
My breath,
I hold without my knowledge I suspect because
it is visual.
When I see her as she knows I need to
it is with more than awe.
She for that one drawn out
moment
like any addictive drug
when the train has passed
and you try, no you ask nothing
when all is right embodies her magic
and it's potency
is never made into a verb.
For touching it puts that moment into
the future
and keeping the past for even a moment
is why I live in the present.

For some it may be when the twigs come out
that you know that summer
may be near.


s.f.