Should A Lady Love Her Mister Poem by James McLain

Because of it 'we' laughed as grass is green there is she common.
Realized; how it is I thus became, such implied in her, with favor.
And being left off distant of, but near to her, I thus became.
Whose teeth white flashed beneath the sun as she was now to show them.
I was drawn inside by her sweet breath, she 'made', as was it
I inhaled with each profound look, it moved I rediscovered.
Lost then finally found within, dark caves of sound, so deep
and smooth, so rich and throaty, singing music all the time.
Never ravaged but by scotch and time and filtered cigarettes.
Though detached always above, I looked again below it, such is an
undulation a visitation, invisible muscles its why the sea is moving.
A young woman; on the beach 'she' hurries past us saying,
drawing briefly it aside a red and white checkered bandana.
Made it 'said' in 'Kansas'hot a sweating mask, I looked beyond it.
Bronzed this body made, I think of posies, confusing she with her.
“If your woman and the Mister' (wish to take it to the ocean,
does the lady and the Mister) 'wish to wash it, lightly off'
One day, 'one time each grain of sand and foam, 'she did - politely ask? '
I decided that if it when next it comes when 'I'and if 'I' must,
that this next verbal jolt, 'when it hit' could fly a kite without a tail.
Certain repercussions of those acute remarks, open cuts red bleeding
might as hearts are won and then as thoughts be lost.
She with her and I, this afternoon could still may be, burned by the hot sun.
I concentrated on them both, by my seat a well of deep intentions.
With a careful, deeper why, I trust my mind, too find it wonders.
Kept thus safe in time, inside I've grown to know and never ponder why.
Wistful he for she/her much and subtle this my love, could be her double.
Once was I, of kind like mind, a person drifts at times so far away.
When life like that just walks away or simply floats right past us.
Then washed amongst the rocks and foam the wind it blows away.