Sometimes you wear it on the left

sometimes you wear it on the right

quite often it cuts

a cutting delight between breasts

sometimes a black bag

sometimes a white just to test

my observational skills

you dont need those protein pills

with me around

it stirrs me

i like the way it clings

a top your top of silk bright blue

oh lynda what is in the bag

I think perhaps,

perhaps, the contents of an interstellar zoo

perhaps an agenda of cineacrylic glue

I just dont know but I love it

i love to wonder whats inside

i love the times i ponder and cant decide

wether to ask such simple quesions

oy lynda! WHATS IN THE BAG?