Rough Poem by anais vionet

Rough

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Love is a bit of comedy, so be rough with love.

He arranges her one way and then another,
in itchy dissatisfaction. She surrenders to the role
like a silent bystander, a plaything in the hands
of an impatience - what does he want?

"Like this, " he says in a schoolteacher's voice.

The imbalance of power, the almost impersonal
manipulations, the momentum toward surrender,
and then the shocking, primal desire - to meld -
like a gunshot in a canyon long thought empty.

Thursday, June 2, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: love,confusion,desire,explorer,teen
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