just when summers jostles with you
and your garment acts up acts on its own
buttons of your shirt come undone
and quite aligned with contours of moment
my mind goes awry
and unleash onto that minuscule excuse
the brute of imagination
go to places unseen, hear voices unheard
you awaken to the surging glint of my eye
straighten up and adjust sails
of discourse to the saner reaches
I too struggle to don the attire
of this hoisted weather
behind us sun leaves the world crimson
ah what a thief
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unbuttoned/
