I wish the laws and norms
of this strait jacket land
had malleability some
I would’ve made love
to your poem
predictability of pleasure
beads over its nude expression
I would’ve dwelt some life times
in limbo, indecision, buffer
of hoisted civility and
glowing morbidity
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-named-just-a-thought/
