The Fisherman's Wife Poem by James McLain

The wife and another being.
The fisher woman who is licked by the rammer.
Being kissed, it is grasped.
Ardor the feeling comes first at last.

That is her dream, as for her husband.
Saying whose feelings are good.
The fisher woman takes it all.
The spectacle
and this has him disturbed and in need of repair.

Of the silk woven net.
The entire human race to the ocean.
In the boat is a flower.
Which torments comes day unto night it is when.

Like denial of the predictabe cherry,
it's bloom of the fish of stickiness is her yearning.
As for him,
it is not possible to believe that she loves him.

But when sought out exactly it is dream't.
Seeing her you call it that.
It meant that I once like me am regrettable,
I am regrettable that it tasted of me.