My Invisible Face Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

My Invisible Face



Rivers spare it's shallow
flowing lane
pale hills skyward may tremble.
Breath as soft lips float
freely stay now
harboring ever the budding blooms.
Labor moving inviolably
to have today
you move my hand then
touch my face.

Thursday, March 19, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: lips
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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