Her Lips Moved Poem by James McLain

People on top of people.
Looking, I could not judge he was off center
from the middle there.
When she to it exposed entering completely.
They drank directly.
They started spitting.
Van Gogh sun yellow flowers.
You coming from the river recently another ask?
She had not known at all.
If she likes this and does that, it is whom that it loses.
Insults spread from
and flowed under the meat where she shines.
Obscenity dampened her golden chest.
He did and did not cry, by her.
Men only shed tears when she does not and boys.
Because one of the laws,
that that nine tenths of his is in her possession.