Other Wise Other's Will Come Poem by James McLain

There are the other ones whom then when
last they came
their toes curled up and about mine
subject matter a hero's welcome renewed
and the bowl
is full of green olives and leaves
the other side of day it leaves us night
boredom is the magic gateway
to romantic love and more of
your tounge and your eye's more is needed
by you love and more than life as
is as beefed up
to be in charge of such largeness as me.
Come to me by the way of your soul
and I will come to be your other open sky.
The moon is waxed full this your name.