Green The Vine Poem by James McLain

Began with the first one dark night.
As she moves in the bed I look past.
Can it be I'm the face on the wall?
Shadows with wings that can talk.

Naked in the bed we both sleep.
The wind moves the curtains shear pink.
The house groans like a virgin in fear.
Arms and legs move together release.

Connected two dream the same dream.
One coming out going in.
Lips moved apart the others squeezed shut.
Outside grows a tree through a bush.