And As Heavy As Her Want Poem by James McLain

You; are no different than me
to her, lovely is our she.
When you are as warm as her face
and as heavy as her want
our need.
Even in sleep and even in sleep.
Handled properly you are/she by.
While there in that warm, white place.
Lips for a while so full and as full
as that which is why so full it is.
Thus being there watching her cross the
stream upon the stones.
One moves independently of the other
in front of her
hands
while the other, lags not that far behind.
And in them from behind R.E.M...you come.
In time to watch the moon slide down across
the sky and sit above that tree.
The warm stream becomes a creek, becomes
a trickle becomes a dropp and then it stops.
And emptied, the moon never appeared so full.