I’m in your backyard
Like a forgotten vine;
There, but “who cares”
My Iliad of “I love you”
has been set into a jingle
and “I miss you”
tradable with a guffaw

Can’t submit to you Eli
This Centaur can savagely;
make love to you or vanish
on your collarbone like tear

Maimed, maligned and unsightly
limbs have delivered this me
to my last frontier and starting point
heart…….
here I can accede before arguments
conform; comply without signing
here I’m serf and you my lord!

Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/erasing-cave-paintings/