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