Wearing The Same Jeans Poem by James McLain

My eyes over the years most certainly have.
Watching the bread I am forsaking butter.
Have not faded not being as sharp and you.
My fingers may no longer be within reach.
Now and then a little blue cheese it is good.
Long and slim,
across the pianos ivory short squat blunt keys.
Keeping a full figure in youth required only.
Slow drawn in breath exhaled and stretching.
Firm vs muscle.
The balance beam and the ring.
Pommeling the horse with more than vigor.
Gravity does this now to the coconut.
And the milk is rich in this,
what you do still, I have to keep breathing.
There is full and there it is that word fuller.
Watching you pull your jeans on even then but.
Now where you were once loose you are full.
And full you are loose,
wearing the same jeans you wore back then.