Your Cravings And My Behavior Poem by James McLain

I can not stave it off but you must.
I have exceeded your cravings and my behavior.
The fountain on the wall.
Which shadow is which as I push.
You walk, I run.
From where others may have come.
Through the loose drapes in the hall way.
Offered up on the table there is.
Oh' meat on the bone and my itself is meat.
Large bones filled in the middle with rich marrow.
Are you the woman I loved of whom I lost dearly?
I exceed all your cravings,
and my behavior is predicted by you when a man.
This time when it dampens,
you sing my song, like air between feathers is lifted.
The green bottle has unlimited pliability,
and was by your cravings kissed accommodated.
The open mouth bird, is.
Predictable mouth and oh' and of my behavior.
Out of my skull like a vise pressed it comes.
Exceeding your cravings and my behavior.
As each word rolls from the tip of your tongue.
As each word like the rain begins and ends with the lip.