Your String Of It's Prose Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Your String Of It's Prose



It runs through it, into one place only you could grow.
It is tied, in you, to you, by you, for you, to shed it's
wicked rushes, that are your thrush.
You cannot walk, without it running into your,
from behind is,
it cheek to cheek, it wears your sent,
to throw the others off your trail.
It is after all, is it not, the most valuable asset it has.
You pull your string, just to tug it in,
back under your skirt of musk.
Your feet are now so full of it, it walks in you, to wake it.
This string your wind in prose, his ring, your nose, it pulls,
you so far into it, your feet must leave the ground.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sherri Coulter 24 September 2009

.but i like grounded/not feared to fly/flew for a little bit..now just content to be...am i weird?

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