If I Am But Your Coin...Why..Spend Me Poem by James McLain

Parting smiles we have not seen of yet
lips that move without speaking to me
blinding eyes knowing seeing all in you
fingers that pad on the soul lost in pain
toes that wiggle my nose bewitching me
my body goes where the elevator takes it
highways that lead back to the beginning
smelling what your nose hastily left behind
oceans I swim to stairways in your mind
your legs carry me to wait on all the others
lines with knowledge being forever empty
sleeping wisdom's last parade of hope
freezing depths that never fill with shame
emotions colors most have killed to sweep
fast moving currents body takes them all
falling forever staying in one spot moving
bullets of time passing through me bends
fashioned souls of sleep your heart receives
while I lay on the floor weeping at all of your feet