THE RAPE - Poem by Dan Coman
not for a moment did i stop talking to myself as if to a woman
but today my shamelessness exceeds my fancy.
it's past midnight and for an hour i've been turning round and round myself
with dizzying speed and kissing my hands.
i have no power to abstain. it's beyond my power.
just knowing i'm there inside him and my body reacts
like ten cats in heat all together like no one else.
i've tried everything. complete silence total rest. it's in vain.
every time i spoke my mouth was ready to devour itself
because of such sonorous splendor such mastery.
for months on end i tried to humiliate myself. utterly in vain.
in truth: i never stopped talking to myself as if i were a woman
but today when i'd scarcely managed to put my body to sleep
then the tension between him and me had nearly dissipated.
though nothing was more powerful and nothing could stop me:
i raised myself in all my splendor above my body i pinned him between the pillows
and as if he were a woman a few strong and precise movements were enough
for his stifled screams to cover my screams.
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