Greensleaves Poem by James McLain

I have these tanned like yours long well muscled, are my legs.
Trembling, would I but only of this, would I ask of you this once.
Meek little being's should both crying,
coming home backing in, turned eyes blinking around.
Please stop that turning them quicly around, both blinking eyes.
It does not hurt so please stop I am normal.
And standing up tall, backs to us both,
hand over fist the lobbiests are shaking the same young hands.
I's did to you, as would I latter to you, did some find help?
Comes a day late and at night to you is this fluid and are words of pink ink turning red then bright white love your love letter.
Latter coming back and basks with all the juicy news,
That you are now like I am with you as like you once we, both are.
And love of it drink deep of it as if you with I,
as would drinking like bee's did you and must my love.
I did once with you, but once,
over and over, boiling the cup over deep in sleep.
I did it again I backing it out then as I once,
look back to this when kissing you, as we are.
Did by I, did I how, your turning often them over,
as year after year all those rainy and blistered greenleaves,
it is by that very lullibye song it is like you when that is a must.
It was simply put in you is trust,
thrust into amonst us all when as that of you even floating that
and like that with you even I groan always as I do now.
You lovingly as I even risk it must you now do,
without you over stating, multitasking shucking oysters.
And I, as you could guess, I let you out to confess, I right turning.