Gums Bumping Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Gums Bumping



Dear your smile
I seek
as I recline
the rocking chair
up twords.

Slow moving stars
reach forward
blind
to meet the lips that I.

Gulping air
my sight grows dim
I'm still.

Coming down
I'm lost in space
the moon
it fills the sky.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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