Imminent Or Latent Fuss On A Love Bus Poem by John Sensele

Because you enjoy rights to encumbered time and space
To behave or dress as you please
Without interference bothering your face and surface
I deny you the bothersome disease that puts you ill at ease

In arenas where I shouldn't feature as a fly in the soup
That by inalienable right belongs to you
Excluding any dance in a loop whose scoop
Suggests no one else should glue

Nuisance in the arena
Where your whims and wishes reign supreme
Preventing a no brainer
From concocting a cantankerous cream

To spoil the oil in the coil
Whose toil captures the glamour
You flaunt as you taunt the sacred soil
On which I don the armour

That protects the honour
I deserve for sparing you any pain
You deem brings dishonor
In the rain train whose crane

Lifts the veil on the space in your shrine
Where I desist from violating the privacy
To which no grapevine or incline
Beneficiary or bereft of mercy

Should spell disaster
For either of us
As we resolve conundrums faster
To kick out once for all any imminent or latent fuss on our love bus.