Lips Bright Glossy Poem by James McLain

The lips are chosen to it
and by nothing less than it's lips, 'Herself.
For the lips speak to us in a language all Her own,
a language distilled from it that which we speak
from the lips in the streets of your city.
when hidden within it as the tongue
is hidden within the lips. It is heady, too, and strong:
Bright glossy, Lips,
sounds that are full that fill the lips that always spill
of liquid before their heat.
Lips that threaten any tilting lilting
sibilance to mirrors and smoke of it
should hear when lips come too near it.
It is a sassy tongue off often hidden
between cheeks the moon and trumpets,
and faces underneath lips born to silk and transparent.