James McLain

Gold Star - 40,674 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

In My Hands - Poem by James McLain

In my hands already you have opened
too dance your delicate twist,
and yet those soft dripping sighs
are heard from me every where.
No one comes, why must I there go?
While the sun is but a dew dropp away.
And your eyes are now closed,
like two white doves.
I move ever closer away.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 17, 2011

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