Lips My Lips Have Kissed Poem by James McLain

If by their wrongs through spoken lips,
Hold back their day
And treat them as they treat the weak
As beasts.

Their future as they think it is, in charge
Of it
And time stood still for those
That wait to come.

When less in mind it is that I become,
To dance again to
Dance as once we danced before he came
To dance no more.

And in failing those whom could not learn
Have failed again,
But never had their say for lack of speech.

We must find those theives but never will,
That beauty
Is a special thing a lonely woman to me said
And so I did.