Racing down the Autobahn of spine
is the seed I nurtured with the sun of your smile
and the moist of the against the sun climb
the seed meant to become:
a grandeur of brawn
to fill the tainted hearts with terror
and yours with love!
It fell through the crack
of compromise
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/compromise-5/
