I Wrote You Butt Poem by James McLain

Your moon has need to guide me, through the
valleys narrow dream.

My torso has no arms your hand to grasp of
toe less feted pencil in my nose
i write to you.

Inside your mind a picture forms a he artful
page of ink my single eye
can see.

Senses under water trees some bark on skin
feels kisses all the same
to me.

One cheek on buttock slit the sea a handy
crease runs free lost pants that fit
just right.

Teeth through cheek of face displaced now
ask of you could love me still
tongue in mouth be still
don't laugh at me.