Kissing Her Lips Behind The Mask Poem by James McLain

I have you again too deeply inside
and your love but could i milk it thus like this forever
and those nurses whom nurse it nurse it to nurse it excessively
peach trees
her sweet cream makes me flush
when by my white and gentle warm
and whom sex never but always changes
each strong woman i have withstood
clear yellow oil is their loins
get thus heavy and girls get womanly full
and being thus humbled
when making good babies
you sing when I hush
counting your fingers and your toes
squish-squish
and sweet lips-silk a rose
butter fly wings I kiss.
crying into the mask the air smells different
and my heavan you come from the sea.