A Moment of Rape

I thought it was but love that moved me
Its lack what held me in death’s teeth

For I could not leave, yet I could not stay

In the desperate hours my feet but failed me

Availing me to hurting I could not bear unmoved

Nor live unchanged, if at all

Decades since it heaves within

Yet again

The smell of pain so sickly sweet

That I could cry a thousand years and never know its end

Nor scarce live this moment outside the pull

Of its anxious gravity.


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