Fire Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Fire



Sleeping dreaming your hand
wanders down across the
softness that is your
stomach.
Winding down across the
down of fine soft trees
to the heart of a
blast furnace.
Burning your finger you
scream out waking
the dew of beaded
drops quince
the fire.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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