Her Breast's As My Pillow Poem by James McLain
Her Breast's As My Pillow
Bosomed dear,
A breast
for my pillow.
A lonely traveler
and thus
kind you are.
I like
the wine and
how it tastes
beneath the moon.
Dear, come soon
and
on my head
I
smell of wine.
I swell
it is the
moon.
Monday, November 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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5/14/2024 2:41:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
for some reason, the last stanza made me laugh: I swell it is the moon. which one is traveling? and where? something for me to dream about, among 'other things'. bri ;)