Gown.

[Jerrybaldy]

Inside her gown
Were unborn children
Her next door neighbour
A pound of butter
An unidentified stain
Inside her gown
Her sex was untouched
Unfelt
Bees buzzed
And stang
Raised welts
Inside her gown
Coffee brewed
Lego bricks were stacked
Fingers delved
Midgets hid
Dust covered books
Inside her gown I stayed
Muffled
From tv noise
And the breeze
The radio and phone
I touched her
And hid
My Sexualised lips
Smeared red
Like a circus
Clown.

[tonywalt]

I like it. The ending put some punch in the thing.