The Only Witness...

 

In his jockey shorts-

she has the quiet ribs
of a salamander;
Bee sting kiss
the unaccustomed heat
clumsily stroking her
in the darkness
her stomach to her thighs;
crossing the old pony post road
with sheets and blanket
against her protests
burning on bonfires
the warble of nausea
comes;bang up!
her shivering body
begins to grind
focused
the ripples of hatred;
Detail;by detail
Fighting a losing battle
like streets you read about every day-
 

away from her body
something ticking,
tick-tock-tick-tock
 

An omission
the only witness to a rape!