You said, “Well, what did he do?”
I took a pause.
It is simple and now.
I will take a break
Since you asked if I have not been thinking straight.
You asked it now and so I say,
“I will tell you, bluntly, in truth, the one I know well,
What happened that night.”
It was a case of he said, she said.
Undress, I do.
Lay down, I do.
Is that what I did?
But yes,
That was true.
The door’s lock did click.
Yes, the lights were still on.
Yes, we were alone.
Yes, he did it and you asked, “What?”
What? That funny word,
The condescending hip drop of the voice,
I laughed.
Though, not fond of my reply you stared.
“What did he do?”
Yes, his skin was warm.
Yes, I was stupid.
That long surrender,
Yes,
That word you say when you mean it reluctantly,
‘Yes’ is that word.
Yes, I had my back on the bed.
Yes, he wished to have me.
Yes, I surrender.
Yes, it is exhaled.
“Was it completed?”
I could not tell.
Yes, his eyes were looking at me.
Yes, he held me down.
Yes, he said ‘I love you,’
But you interrupted.
Your eyes now blank.
Yes, ‘love,’ he said.
Yes, I cried.
That now slow heart beat ending with that word,
Yes.
Interjection, the final question,
“But do you know what happened?…”
Pause,
It is simple now.
I will take a break.
Yes, he tried.
Yes, I think I do.
I do not remember everything
And I do not know why,
But it is a thought.
“Was it a lie?”
Yes, his fingers trailed through my hair.
Yes, he ignored my words.
The repetition of no, mistook for now,
Addicted, I was hooked by him.
I need someone to get me through this.
Something broke through to blood red summers.
You have been patient and I hear,
“Are you okay?”
Something broke through to blood red summers
As my brain fluttered.
Yes, he left happy,
But he must have not known
That he left me shaking on empty covers.

Rose Mae