When I Become Lost Poem by James McLain

when i become lost about it-is why
it's you that i push and while you pull
it's only about your heart i am shy
my face and yours-and cries
and the light grows between-it and around it
and from the heat of some bright young sun
some times when i touch those lips then and
other times they and help me stretch out more
and fingers i never loved so blind-they scold me
and your mind at rest and there that fold a tree
when i become lost and your about it-is why