His/Her Desire Poem by James McLain

There one where you are I am,
you are beautiful,
I am the part of your each crosscurrent.
I am not like my wife,
she desires the fact that he is just hers.
With her using each hand of my ones,
your love is returned.
I entreat my/your sunny center:
' If my true love leaves off tonight,
as for me someone's away, dark grave.
Walking under the full moon, I am.
' in which you already, arms open it is;
Aren't you my health for my life, my light my love?
Because the center which how delightful,
your health it pursues!