Stretched Out On Her Back Poem by James McLain

What deed could be done tied down,
hands and feet, stretched out on your back?
Having a lot of living left in front of you,
the tension gives you away so much so it can
be cut with a knife.

It's not about sex or control as he leaves you,
toes once straight now bent curling back.
Last night was the past, now is here and
as the sun rises, tommorow has come.

Finding the strength to go on, the act, the dream
surrounds you.
Never dry the warm humid air lifts you up, up to
go on, never submissive.

Stretched out on your back, it is then that you
realize that she has finally left you.


Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017