Carnal Apple' Burning Woman, Moon Is Filled Poem by James McLain

Dear, friend Pablo
at your knowledge of our country
no regrets.

Though in secret
when we met we were at peace
the rest are not
some would suggest war is harmony.

Below my knees
I kneel upon them
you sleep deep.

Upon your eyes
two quaters gaze.
Robbers they would
come to steal.
If they were gold.

All would see my friend
repose
marble busts
on such friedship grows.

They come seeking
me
our private dreams
that all would
dream,
how could you know.

Such magnificence men
are made from such a dream
of course
acclamation dying love
on days like this
I look inside.

The woman that
we loved a lot
has moved away
away to
closer shores.


My friend Pablo
I must go away
very far away.

I said goodbye
remember what you have.
carnal Apple,
woman burns and moon is filled.