Raw Love Poem by James McLain

Her I found
chubby that she is
melting off
I knew it would.
High cheek bones
legs that ran up past her hips.

The natural
pursue of her twin lips.
Over the bottom
the top was.
Breastfeeding me.
She simply was
I latter did become.

Encouraging
words, remarks I hung on to.
Proofreading
poems I was beginning.
To see the end.
Twenty-four
years of looking into the window.
Of the mirror
A drinking companion
gone today.
Unavailable come dawn.
Like the rest.
Standing the test of time.
My last wife
the truth of being first
she was.