Fruit Of Love Poem by James McLain

Her dream I know and what it's like.
By the river flowing free I feel him more.
Death wants more than death I let it go.
If heaven do you think of Peter what he speaks.

Psychological scholars are not in school for you.
Looking through the window see the wedge.
Jealous mother absent father some one ran away.
Yellow streams of wine no one drinks together.

My crescent moon when I sleep, I dream of boys.
If I lay still, one woman's will, if I am horizontal I imagine.
Red open blooming teachers thinking, jewels and pearls.
Come apart, stay open still, the verdict, eyes the sea.