Just A Small Wrinkle
Lillian and Hugh live in flat 2B
Everyone says she’s a kept woman
A degree of dependence
that both he and she crave,
and every morning she awakes
with her face rumpled into
the deep wrinkles of the sheets.
Despite a frown that she displayed
in public like jewels, the secret
she kept was rumbled. The man
that she loved, who could crumble
and rumple her heart –
with his smile,
with her smile,
he could make her giggle with joy.
There was a mutual dependence
on each other for a private
exchange of rumbled affections.