a f t e r : t h e : c o n f e s s i o n

After the Confession

They’re lying on the bed
and fire’s burning in her eyes.
Her hands reach for her head
while he is rubbing both her thighs.

He tries to duck away
but she can find a way around.
He dodges anyway
and throws her body to the ground.

She stands up, tall and strong,
in a simple, fluid motion.
He tells her she is wrong
because she started this commotion.

She shakes her head with laughter
‘til she ends up back in bed.
He settles himself after
her and smothers her instead.

They’re moving up and down
in a dance filled with confusion.
He stifles all her sounds
made by the bodily infusion.

He turns away, ashamed,
and lets his eyes fall to the floor.
He’s whispering her name
the way he should have done before.

She refuses him a kiss
because she’ll feel no sympathy:
“You should have thought of this
before you turned to her, not me.”