That’s not the end
Not even the beginning of end
Solution abound here for
Problems we indigenously grow
Whisper my name into your blood
Keep it in vault of genes.........safe
And whenever my love
grows forests of lust
dense enough to veil your fears
in darkness….. Return my whispers
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-how-do-we-go-about-it/
