One Journey Poem by James McLain

Even from the start;
even before
that one, none will speak of it.
Except in an isolated place.
Where no one will hear you speak
of it to your self
as you would but there are to many now
still for you must.
Because both of you have questions.
The mind of one is as swift with some works
as the friend with the speed of light,
is with theirs.
While the tounge is thick clumsy and slow.
It is not about the warm soft hazy in her
comfort,
as her gown is removed.
And the fear of her convenience as we are
removed
the other way, it leaves me both without speech
having to learn again
to yearn for before, both of you had to come.