My Wench Accross The Sea..) ..A Left Over Love Letter..( Poem by James McLain

My dear wench from the chalky cliffs,

......Missing you it is that I am..the memory of your
......vowels lay guttural and dim to my ears.....the
......hairs of your forest...blue away...in the storm of
......our years...more milk is not needed...the cows
......are forbidden..diseased...they bump into things..
......I think they are mad...I gave up on the radiator...
......as it was only your hand..that knew..in which......
......direction to squeeze the bulbs..besides the..
......amarillo's grow back in the spring..of my steps
......lead still to the hill of your pears..brown and...
.......juicy still...kind of milky the flesh...it grows in
.......your hand....still my eyes dim..tearily..as i think
.......of you as you were then...much of your stuff..was
.......carried off..by your friends..they fondle to much
........as it is...loveingly...) it(s..never to late.........
.........to member who you eat with all the time........
........................
.......................................freely isubmit.to..you.............
..............................................always..) it(s....mesrable..to
..............................................................................wish........