Where She Is Soft Poem by James McLain

It does not
make the air too flutter much, 'which “In truth she makes
one of those and if it dreams, it comes
and then”, he said by her and, just a little kiss between,
he confused for the second time.
Then as for him that starveling, 'sensation
and the stomach where each they lower kiss
and were planted perhaps simultaneously
her/his and the felt, pencil tipped, open 'lip.
where she is soft the holy, 'God which it feels,
that it starts hers sliding!
But she had not gone,
as for oh it was their, there was she.
She was there, ' sinking down, almost again up to her sea.