Clandestine communication
Behind sheer drapes of fidelity
Commotion of thumbed whispers
In this sempiternal peregrination of silence
I rummage my being
Only to find a nameless,
Scary resonance
Ask I myself
Am I still there?
She tweaked and added 'Behind sheer....” The relationship blossomed and withered within the unknowable geography of cell phone so 'thumbed'
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thumbed-whispers/
