She Would Need Both Her Hands Poem by James McLain

If I could fill both your hands
with it could it
change yiour view of the world.
Rhythmic the motion
as butterflies float upon the
leaves that strain to hold them.
If I could but fill both your lips
twin hills a certain
small valley placed between them.
A stream once flowed there
the smell in the air
I can taste what it was that's
not there.
Over the edge and down the
wide ledge
into places I've not been before.