the upside of my underside
molly-coddling your neck
through a bleakly lined morning
sky stirs my now tepid faith

always in the shadows

concealing furtive glances,
tensed shoulder blades
that find feet shuffling
against iron curtains that

block the rays of the sun

Frederick Kesner

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaves-in-the-wind-3/