Lips Open Kissing Poem by James McLain

As the rose petals open.
I watch the humming bird as it flows to the point,
why is my tongue so blissful and wishing.
Of her juice where so it is, as for me…does lily know?
Raising the sound, why does the bird drink?
Asks both of the small school aged girls.
If I could and would you like unto rose so drink too?
Looking down into her eyes there I said,
good mami where is it that you taste it from…
Don't touch the thorn as it drips!
Look at the other look what It is, as for me.
We all want, what it wants, that your lips open kissing.
Do you suppose that it can thus be,
and the humming bird flies away then hums and exhales.