|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/13/18 at 12:51 PM|
That last line of your poem, Chris, provokes me into thought, that lines for the most part, designed to keep things out, ultimately are provocational devices, provoking those they would keep from crossing, doing the very thing. Hence, sex dared you cross it and they did, we did which was a good thing, essential to our well being and propagation. This may sound weird and unconventional on my part, but I think friendship is a sex of sorts and not benign as some may think. People get off on being friendly. Thanks for the poem, Chris.