Stead Of Living Iron Poem by James McLain
Stead Of Living Iron
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I would kiss your lips through sheer veneer
and drink the warmth inside.
While four corners of the wind my mind,
around the sky the bed of feathers made.
I will let you turn and twist my neck.
One night your raccoon eyelids shut.
I will fill your face beneath the moon.
Beneath a driving stead of living iron.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
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