Comfort The Flower Poem by James McLain

Comfort
is more than that
soft husky voice
I hear.

Before I could
stand
there were soft
warm lips
all around me.

And being reborn
under each
full moon
I stand erect
none to soon.

The air being heavy
and heavy so full
looking up
at the
sky
there is room.

And watching
the others
with all of theirs
brings tears
to your eyes
I know.

The longing I see
makes me
see you this way
each day.

The flower
only opens once
a month
for this reason
was all they said.

Once a month
is to long
for you to wait
for me.

s.d.