I Must Not Love You Here Poem by James McLain

I must not love you here or there you know because.
And yet without exception it is why because of you,
and is it simple when I say and loved I said are you.

I am when loving you and am I loving you and when.
How I wait to long and waiting long I do.
A heart that moves from yielding lips a choir that moves.

I, when love is hate and you to yielding deep I forge.
And it is never hating you, I love the storms your cage.
When I blend inside of you,
and the length of what I measure is the pleasure of the measure it is a widow open that is covered brightly over you.
It is not the changing day but when night comes over you.