Open Wings Poem by James McLain

Whispers the rose, rejoice.
Know woman it is why.
The round world,
the sound of trees.

This is your secret too.
Open the clouds,
come apart to greet him.

The light shows,
nights dissonant rumble.
Thus exceptions are made.

When queen of the moon
is my only temptation.

Inside of the sun.
I stand at the gate.
Seconds from lips
Plucking or picking
forget me or not's.

Your open wings spread.
How far can they spread.
The heart heavy flutters,
when I stand to kiss them.