E.E.Cummings Ash En Poem by James McLain

e.e.cummings ash en
making long productions, milk and cream
me, 'being yourself and he smiling
and the amine woman
holds out her towel to you.
young poets
many and before, your love could i and yet
it helps too be pretty and handsome eyes
being called
i see, 'through to you, staining my window
and through transparency, you came
each full moon, overwhelms me
and i have you
here deep inside and i love you
but the nurse walking by
could i, but by you, watch the nurse milk the nurses
the nurse as it nurses
when white and warm, whom sex changes
and each strong woman, i have withstood
while some guys get heavy and the girls get too full.
and being properly humbled
good babies, do sing so i hush
and your fingers and your sandy toes i kiss
being deaf and simple is my psychology
each little cut
expectations
trading each secret watching you milk the cow
because i do
and with each one the colors bubbled
i only thrust upward or suddenly when
whereupon that face
a spring it sings of you, 'each being we think the last time
dream nursing dreams
i hate you i love you
the yellow sun rises
and your loving your shame and your, 'not a 'young girl anymore.