subtle; rather muffled is the rustle
when hungering begging fingers
slide underneath haughty parting ones
there are funerals in mind
every time a hankering womb
accepts a latex alienation
a stranger steely hue
in the midst of olfactory indulgence
every shard averse to this aridity
so many a springs
swept under rug for fear of
“legitimate” autumns
your rustling arid dead endowments
humbling crippling crown
I wear this tiara of shame
for I exist in shadows
a spring swept under rug
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kept-unkempt/
