(The Weeping Woman, Picasso, 1937)

 

Sexual Encounter

The light came through the windows

The shadows of my body exposed

The female form all there to entice you

The curves of my waist

The roundness of my breasts

You calculated your approach

Declaring your need

Grabbing at your possession

Pushing your wanting

Your empty kisses invading my neck

Pressing your desires upon me

 

You wanted my lips

I turned my cheek

You grabbed my hand

I pulled it away

You asked me to look

I turned my eyes

“I disgust you,” you declared

No, I am disgusted with how you treat me!

I bruised your ego

You have battered my spirit

You will forget

I never will