Grew Her Heart Full And Heavy Poem by James McLain

Green and in your garden
I grew roses—only lily knew.
No frowns and open smiles.
Through transparent windows.
Where I stood.
Hopeless I am being.
Please or I must burst.
Kissing moon it opens.
It reflects the sea.
The oceans is not dark it is not white.
And warm each time I come again.
Where sweet lips-silk a rose.
Your closet girls do want too open up the sky.
Your salted palms.
A man of no uncertain color runs.
Pity me the gardener with but one yellow eye.
Where roses full and heavy only grew.