He brushes her hair away from her face
And softly caresses her face
His hands bursh against her chapped lips
As she holds her breath waiting for what's next
He sits on the bed
And need not say a thing
'cause they both know what's next in this scene
she walks to join him
he greets her with a smile
a touch
next
a firm grasp of her breast
she sits their
motionless
trying to clear her mind and change the subject
before she knows it she's lying on her back
when he's done
he lets out a little laugh
she lets out a deep sigh like she'd been holding her breath
the entire time
they go their separate ways and no one mentions a thing
but whenever she sees him she cringes
and he smiles at the sight of her
stares at her clevage
an unspoken evil
an unjustified sin
but when it happens so many times you stop thinking of the sin
you don't recognize the evil
It becomes another routine
as simple as brushing your teeth
when he closes the door you lie down and wait
waiting for him to come and praying for it to end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem