His Lady With Her Mister Poem by James McLain

Because of it 'we' laughed as natures does so common green.
And realized that it is true, I thus became, implied there in her favor.
And being left off, distance of, but near to her, first sight I fell in love.
Whose teeth when flashed,
when in the sun, red open lips, she showed them.

I was drawn inside by her sweet breath, she 'made', and so I was.
Temporary lost, I inhaled with each profound look,
each kiss, I rediscovered.

Lost then finally found within, dark caves of sound, so deep
and smooth, so rich and throaty, singing music all the time.

Never ravaged but by scotch and time and filtered cigarettes.
Though detached always above, I look again below, such is an
undulation, visitation, invisible muscles, 'I' see them moving.

A young woman, on the beach 'she' hurries past us showing saying,
drawing briefly it aside, a red and white, checker/ed bandanna.
Made it 'said' in 'Kansas' hot a sweating mask, I look beyond her.
Bronzed goddess her body made, I think of posies, confusing she with her.

'If your woman and the Mister' (wish to take it to the ocean,
does the lady and her Mister) 'wish to wash it lightly off'
One day in time, one grain of sand and foam, 'she did - politely ask '

I decided that her next lightning bolt, when it hit, could not be stopped,
certain repercussions of those acute remarks, might thus on me be lost.
She with her and I with she, , this afternoon could still perhaps be salvaged.
I concentrated on them both, by my seat a well of deep intentions.

With a careful, deeper why, I trust my mind, too join with her in consensus.
Kept thus safe from time, inside I've grown to know, in love nor ponder why.

Wistful she for he/her for me and subtle for my this, could be her double.
Once was I, of kind like mind, a person drifts some times sA Lady With Her Mister - Poem by Is It Poetry
Because of it 'we' laughed as natures does so common green.
And realized that it is to I thus became, implied there in her favor.
And being left off in distance of, but near to her, first sight I fell in love.
Whose teeth that flashed, when in the sun, as she did show them.

I was drawn inside by her sweet breath, she 'made', and so she was.
Temporary lost, I inhaled with each profound look, rich I rediscovered.

Lost then finally found within, dark caves of sound, so deep
and smooth, so rich and throaty, singing music all the time.

Never ravaged but by scotch and time and filtered cigarettes.
Though detached always above, I look again below, such is an
undulation, visitation, invisible muscles, 'I' see them moving.

A young woman; on the beach 'she' hurries past us saying,
drawing briefly it aside, a red and white, checker/ed bandanna.
Made it 'said' in 'Kansas' hot a sweating mask, I look beyond her.
Bronzed this body made, I think of posies, confusing she with her.

'If your woman and the Mister' (wish to take it to the ocean,
does the lady and the Mister) 'wish to wash it lightly off'
One day in time, one time a grain of sand and foam, 'she did - politely ask '

I decided this next lightning bolt, when it hit could not be stopped,
certain repercussions of those acute remarks, might thus be lost.
She with her and I, this afternoon could still be, maybe salvaged.
I concentrated on them both, by my seat a well of deep intentions.

With a careful, deeper why, I trust my mind, too find with her consensus.
Kept thus safe from time, inside I've grown to know, in love not ponder why.

Wistful she for he/her for he and subtle for my this, could be her double.
Once was I, of kind like mind, a person drifts some times too far away,
pulled out of life
and washed amongst the rocks and foam the wind it blows away.