Like Your Secret Poem by James McLain

of All of Those of which I write to you
do you not look at the slowness of which it paces
back and forth under any condition.
Like your secret and my panties
contain it all within above,
those are meant in order so i can see eye too eye
those and needing the word of the page
where it is just short of the eye,
is it not good.
Although we do the poem dearly cord/code too me,
Rubbed it off and my surface which is written over the whole.