Is, He Me.... Poem by James McLain

is he me, like she for free, the we to be in me?
i dunno..? ..im confused, so much heat so blind i leak,
he See's...
a person that soars, ice in my breath, crystal shores.
bright eyes, misty veils, floats on linen cotton hazy, so
clean, i know he See's.
a boyfriend, Misters need, only to bleed me out again,
i watch him watching me, her greed to feel me, in him.
wicked, wicked i shivers, i tremble, stutters, is to grasp, it.
it is me, its always free, to walk softly inside, it weeps, to
for me, it knows, me...it is always at my feet, looking up.
i wonder, what does it see, in me? ..is it me, or the butter?