Your Hand - Your Lips Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Your Hand - Your Lips



No,
misunderstood as rain perhaps
I don't think it's about pasteurization.
Her breast milk comes out rewarmed and sterile
some times with lumps of yellow butter.
It's just simply your issues some strange taboo,
and I don't know why, when you do with it as I.
It really is better than cow's milk
and your milk has amazing healing qualities.
In that other normal reality we are the only
animals that continue to produce more milk than we use
and its products reach out beyond childhood.
I really don't even like it but your hand and your lips
are firm about it and relenting you, 'I.
but the nipple in the end it vaccinates me..

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
Close
Error Success