My Lady Love's Her Mister Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

My Lady Love's Her Mister



Because of it 'we' laughed as natures does on commons green.
Realizing it and of't I did become, such implied there in her flavor.
And being left off distant moon, but near to her, I thus became.
Her teeth she flashed,
when in the sun as she would to me then laugh and turn to show them.

I was drawn inside by her sweet mint breath she 'made',
as when evening came she covered.
Her essence was that I inhaled with each profound look,
I turned in bed to rise and rediscover.

Lost and found, dark caves of sound, so smooth and sweet
so rich and throaty, singing music versed in the rhyme.
Ravaged but by scotch and time and unfiltered cigarettes.

Though detached above, I feel again below, such is an
undulation a visitation those invisible muscles,
I see them moving and I sigh.

When as young woman; on the beach 'she' hurries past us saying,
drawing briefly it aside a red and white, checkered bandanna.
Made a tag it said in 'Kansas' hot and wet a sweating mask,
I look not far beyond her.

Bronzed God the sun has made,
I think of poesies, confusing she with her.
Does your woman and her Mister'
(wish to take it to the ocean, does the lady and the Mister)
a wish today to wash it lightly off?

One day in time a black grain of sand and light white foam,
she did - politely ask.

I decided that my next remark a lightning bolt,
that if and when it next could hit by her could not be stopped.
The repercussions of those acute remarks, might thus be lost.

She with her and I, this afternoon could still be, maybe salvaged.
I concentrated there on both, by my seat a well of deep intentions.
With a careful, deeper smile her why, I trust my mind, too find consensus.

Kept safe through time, inside I've grown, to know, not ponder why.
Wistful for her like you, I was in love.
And subtle for her only this, could be her twin and trouble.

For once was I, of kind like mind,
such when a person drifts in life some times to far away.
Then when not if just like in life
were dashed on rocks the snow white foam, the wind just blows away.

My Lady Love's Her Mister
Thursday, October 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: lady,love
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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