Sonnet 361

A painted lady on a fine white horse,
What Freudian edicts do there so convene—
But too enunciate aloud, of course,
Would be at best a slight, at worst, demean;
Perhaps to sit side saddle would invite
Rebuke from psychoanalytic eyes
Yet who of balanced conscience would indict
A belle upon a steed with open thighs?
Of human purpose when we so propose
Subconscious method unto every act,
There reading thus between taut lines disclose
Attempts to thrust in bias, or redact;
Where courser be a stallion or an ass,
More truth revealed by how we so assess.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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