Life On Mars

Given that under the Mars-specific support system I am allowed a home I will look to making more bowls of sea Less foam Tired here as I am of four closing walls I would look for space Obviously under a shadow of a grace Resembling your face My brain starves for lack of oxygen I would seek more plants From your fondling hands At my window Moving to and fro Swaying and floating in the air Debonair Exhausted from the societal inequality I would ask for proportion In the size and shape of life Your love in all strife No knife around But if the same humans settle in Mars too With your handsome features my love Will they spare you? _________________________________________ May 10, 2016 Submission for Life on Mars – Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Brian Davey