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