Violet

soaking under sheets
naked belly pressed
deeper into clumsy
box springs
a labored breath
a sigh of chattered
teeth.
behind locks
facilitating silence
for more than years...
refusing to hear
baby shivers
in black and white.
african violets
open on window sills
under false pretense
of Cassandra's spring.
shallow showers
drown roots and feet,
hide our fear of
swallowing butterflies
and craving a different 
kind of attention:
inertia halts at
sealed mahogany doors.

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©Denise Angela Celeste, 1997.