She Offers Everything Poem by James McLain

She Offers Everything
As for mine/my offering and her pulling me along,
and for my softly talking, walking, here where we belong.
She is some strong woman within the wild,
my passion with her child like looks, I become.
It is possible, I simply enjoy the dream of which
she has chosen, for us each, to evolve.
And imprisoned, why I am, inside too deeply,
where I sleep.
Woman love her as this person and the center,
never covered,
and like whirlwinds she is soaked, like living rain.
Hers is the mask that we both share,
that causes others to come near, just to smell
our mingled sweat, whose salty breath is to blood.
Each sound of the surge alone we make,
sounds of rocks exposed to the elements, she takes.
And extremely with the darkest skin the eyes that
mixes with the dust of each being broken eye of eye
yellow drips upon her land.
Where she settles never for those she has not chosen
it is not
the insane rush but the thrill of what she beating is.
America,
all look at those and she from where they stand,
the smile runs wide and deep for miles.
Her powerful range of vision is more than tempting;
She offers up too some her most tempting heart her
middle runs off everything,
but everything which she offers, offered back and
is absorbed and I drink it all and she is always full.