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