In The Heat Of An Only Poem by James McLain

In the heat of a city by the bay
exact and you, you and me.
Verily I am not sure of you always.
Indeed as you speak of with always.
Gateway into you're the full window.
The forrest is full of tall trees
and why you miss them.
Without my sin I have cast you.
As rose kisses Lily I watched.
And you must me complete
her lips, lips as wine as I taste them.
In the evening heat wave of mirage.
Turn to me, as we talk about to repeat the.