Kissed By Lips Poem by James McLain

To feel the woman become full.
The sun it sears and burns.
The earth when wet,
and different is each scent, each smell.

Between the blue veined marble collums,
there you stood, where I, you knelt, I am.
And rising from the ground the sucking mud.
The squelching mask the sound is of.

The seaweed it is dark I feel it grasp your toes.
Released from reason, hence divine, I speak of knowledge,
of some lighter secret shade of pink?
Pulsing, pulsed you've forced, it pours unending out.

Do you as other people touch that spreading feeling?
What kind of sight and first you come each night?
The love of wind it travels through your hair,
and the northern stars when standing are.

The rainstorm, where the water as it parts.
Two bodies which if heaven deigns become.
Each depending on the others single mindedness.
Kissing you, your lips I kiss the open sky.
And by your kiss, I slip once more into the night.
And now my gaze has turned once more upon the moon.