Lips Poem by James McLain

Her lips move, yet i have trouble still.
She puts them up to my ear, my ear
sighs, to see more,
of the word, that she hears, me breath.
Even in sleep, her lips try to break, spells.
They are so unbelievable, they Quiver me,
shiver me, I reach out with a feather, to see
if they are really there.I put one small little
pearl there, to see if she will wake, she,
sighs and rolls over my will, to stay strong
in the end, she says, that I am not that kind of guy.