A Fair Pale Face Poem by James McLain

Advance then;
and milk it - drink from it-deeply-
spread it all around
your pale fair yellow face
between your lips and in your hair
right their: because
I launched mountains around
you
and you seize the beds edge
moved it to you in top and
fashion the bottom as well
and low salted races of sweat your face
firmly of the base
which you draw it to the top so slow
it dripps
and outside another dropp
it injects through so much quickly
how it wounds
each round stone with you I share
and the blazing hot sun
as it waits
within the interior of your bag
how one goes up to the top and
the other to the bottom
independently how for you they inflate
and at the end the avid breath less hands
drained this light, night became bone-dry.
your fair pale yellow face how it moves me
fearing i will never be the same again.