by James McLain
His was the mouth upon it I remember,
Set into a tight curving one of those running in and out,
it is yes thats the before me, you that smile.
Yet I having naught your ability do you recall having it to?
To hold back all of that would if you could.
For it was his smile me upon in the summer.
Sprot when free and this and that and I'm like you free.
That I wish could I but you replace that one too.
When I close my eyes I see it stabbing like the sun
feel I do the blaze that burns through it all it comes won't you
And though as we lie switching turns when together.