Out Of Breath Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Out Of Breath



When I was alone and saw your face.
Inside my room my window,
was the porthole to your deep eyed soul.

Your dark skin was warmer than the sun.
Could you tell me once again,
just why I called your lovely name?
Release me or I swear I'll go insane.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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