Long Moving Sexual Feelers Poem by James McLain

My head is buried in the ground
Where she can see
And everything she said she did
Not mean

I stab and stab and stab I touch
Her heart
She can tell that when I yell that
I meant everything

The tree she says is heavy look
I cannot move,
The roots are heavy, brown and thick
She thinks they move around

Yes to her I say,
as she pulls it from the ground
Listen I don't care
Other's here have died I heard
Just from the pain