In My Hands Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

In My Hands



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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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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