Darkroom Virgin

DARKROOM VIRGIN

Doorbell, shuffle to answer
Autumn sunlight filtered through
Creamy blinds
Familar face at the door...

I used to love him.

Entering, so silently do his thoughts
Wrap around mine, weak
From being sick.
He said he was sorry
For the heartbreak, for the sorrow.

He held me close, for that one moment.

--Lights, camera, action.--

Cold hands sliding across hot skin
Tired and weak versus lustful
why would he lust for her?
Tempted, oh such longing...
Innocent embrace morhps into
A disheartened prison.

Blinds turn crimson as his hands continue
Their unauthorized exploration
Too sick to move... to respond
Just a slight gasp... no.
Thighs and knees
Skin... never before caressed
Suddenly harassed

And to think.... he felt remorse?