Form Of That Form Poem by James McLain

When the my person snaps to the woman, he burns,
the way at the time of the yellow star,
which in the space his dew receives.
Open Is the chest below where her heart is, he gathered
and bloom as the water buds, float therein.
Where by that power in 'eve' where 'adam' formed.
Tails lifted from that kiss and from her/his energy shone
with mighty pairings as art, wraps shines faintly.
Everything of the lip of kiss,
reweaves of that nerve the candy from her sweetness
which was made in order to smile, flows out life:
She to form of that form, then word flows, unspoken.