How Her Warm Mouth Feels Poem by James McLain

A whisper of summer, tender and slow,
Like honey dripping from a golden comb,
Soft as the dusk when the fireflies glow,
A Psalm to the heart, a sweet, gentle taste.

It's the morning sun kissing the cold night,
The melt of frost under a lover's gaze,
A lullaby sung in the quiet light,
A silken touch in twilight's softest haze.

In her warm mouth, the world fades away,
And all that remains is where I'll stay.