responsible passion
evoking a dream
of palatable armies
sneaking away
to unrepressed bosoms
bosoms that seem
unbridled unbrazened
undone that most say
would ceasing to thrust
must lead to a farm
where pushing at envy
and pushing at source
of wild confronting
the pistol of pleas
and wrangling of that
same passionless pike
the stake that is driven
the golden rod
and in it you find
a luxury liner
lined with love
letting be be
puzzled patterns
of dots and dots
and more dots