I Dance, In Sound, Your Mind..Is Music Poem by James McLain

Powerless, I weave your very, your own web
around your nouns, my verbs turned pro, into.
Puzzled then, your Leaf, it shakes the wind.
I sit on top, envy with green, your back, words.
The first thing you pushed inword on me, was..your
bottom that vibrates me, it's why I cry...You fav'es me
now, in play, all day and night my pride..
Fingerless, I paint a picture, on your bottom dweller, it lays
in your refolded petals, thighs only come to life, when the
cricket sleeps.
At the end of the rainbow...I again, climb out of your pot.
the gold is no longer one tasty nugget, but a mild of tast salty wave.
We left the crown at the edge of your world, Oceanus.
In it's one good purple claw is the bread upon which, it carries,
your ripples of pleasure, consumed.....drinking butter..
I await the sun, to fall, while my asparagus, harvests destinies
swollowed beat, growing pink one spark at a time.