Souls And My Body Poem by James McLain

'God' owns my soul
my soul and my body is
crowned or gowned
my soul will go back
from whence it came
i am a man and as such
i make no familial demands
your jewels and precious, takes
freely i wash my hands of
under your face as you smile
discarded by you, i like them best
snugly on you, as you, do as you do
confessing i have, i have
more than once drank from
the gutter, water of smiles
tucking that which is
around that which supports it
and in the end, it is uniform
cleft as the face, lips exposed
without subtle is milked, being
and inside my mind, my soul
can live with each path that
you bend to around too your will.