Paid Members Only Poem by James McLain

I percieve there it is woman in silence she sleeps.
Being touched deep inside is a labor of love.
Those great muscles that a rose opened made.
Thorns broken off each promise unchained empty chairs.
Your hands move the ground up and around it.
I panicked this month, you were late I am sorry you are full.
God forgot I am like this you swell like the ocean each wave.
It is only like this for you and the smell of dark green babies.
Children observe you will learn all their secrets in time.
Frenchies they laugh, when you come up and down, writing poetry.
Stories of love, happy endings, marriages two rocks, sex in the city.
Setting the sun, your rising moon when it's falling.
There it is ice hot, once inside and swelling the fire it is cold.
Rose kisses lily what if there gay, sugar spice mental illness.
Sucking noises now quite, soft cotton whimpers and loud cries.
Earth is the center that stains and small is the mask that you show.