She Rolls Over Looking At You Poem by James McLain

Looking past the clouds unshaven
that seemed busy minds
that were.
Oceans separated her from they her
children whilst he slumbers
still at feet.
Out side the lids of glaze sand lays at
rest twinset her thighs.
Keeping breasts ready to nurture winds
that whisper of the little
one out there.
Inside the waling of the king was known
to all now needs to rise
to sea the dream
alive once more.
Neither worlds at slumber while the
garment from her neck
that was his token.
Green frothy thighs of seas few thinks are
taken wandering thoughts
fly over to pointed
sand.