Headline Poem 12/12/14 -- My mother's legs

Today at a writer's retreat, we were given the following prompt: My mother's legs. Since my own mother was right next to me, I decided to write from the perspective of one of my characters. 

My mother's legs 

My mother's legs wrapped 

themselves around his 

smooth, supple skin, 

her cave of salvation, 

he welcomed her in,

but  then     like   rusting  chains

    on a forgotten fence,

she was locked out, 

denied entrance and 

     (self diagnosed)

           a fool 

straight laced, 

head pinned to wall, 

stranded 

with a lonely burden

and a throat full of dust. 

My mother's legs began to wilt,

temporarily, as she lie buried 

under the belly of youth

in 

a valley of resentment

and untrusting truth.