Packed Each Day In Satin Poem by James McLain

Do you know how and the why i pack
each mouth In satin?
Great pale pink moon each dark
one full is too.

Full and wide and how i made
each moist and full.
Just to pack each high flung
moon and that,
tongue filled mouth so full of
clean and
tender peaks, of white soft cotton.
Centered a small tiny splash of pink.

Words fill the air, wax fills your ears
each Q tip
fixed on each end, so you may hear
once more
how the mouth was packed so full
about clean satin,
and what it's done to make you feel
like your not the only one,
alone
being packed with all that satin,
every day,
long stormy nights as well,
therein you dwell, speaking not one word
Of this

A voice good bye, while I walk by each side,
about inside the hospital,
and now it's much to full of wounds like that....
Each day your mouth, i packed so full of cotton.