a poem - rape

There is blood on my hand
and a tiny smile on your face.
All I did was greet you with my anger
but you didn't remain quiet.

There is pleasure in my hands
and anger in your eyes
so I kissed you against the wall
while you closed your heart
letting the fear grow.

Then you run to the sun
letting my heart cold in the night
but my fierce God brought you back
so you belong to me now.


There is pleasure in my hands
and anger in my eyes
I will caress you with my knife tonight.
because you like this game
and want name written on your skin.

Lover ©Carlos Lopez