Kisses Are 'You' Know Poem by James McLain

'Kisses' are you know,
always come back after 'Each' kiss.
lost in every every morning.
each kiss to me is different.
as different as the deepest of
the deepest shade of pink flowers,
from which it drinks.
and only the feet of the humming bird,
hang out of it i see.
and it so heavy with it's drink.
i watch out the window you look inside and smile.
Both of us are laughing,
as we watch it come out and tired and rest it's bill.