Love Come Be Loved Poem by James McLain

Come love be loved,
In what other lives am i, your hands?
And had i known your parting lips.
Your fingers and your toes.

Your,
knowing deep brown soul full eyes.
Effervescent look their after glow.
Sweet the smell your exclusiveness
i chase you out through every door.
Walk upon the sandy shore,
and standing, i am there.

We apart will come to speak together
come again,
The other words some come, to sing.
Loved by you and when i come.
I taste the wind when you coming, pass me by.
And you defied my body weeps, for you is chaste.
Each promenade first and last each one promise.
Who none can keep?

One last dance before we come, i go.
And i refuse to die before you come again.