In the Bedroom

In the Bedroom Cool, callous, catatonic in the calm silence About to experience the virtues of violence In his mind, the blind eye was violations seeing What flicker of light in her eyes, simply fleeting He came to project what he was believing In order to justify the self-deceiving of rape. Unable to move from her schizoid shape She rested motionless, awake, without Possibilities of sudden escape. The removal of motion from the still body Cold, clammy hands on a summer's day tawdry Then, the dripping of sex from a butterscotch sunset. Without violence, he took her against her will To the visions of black nightfall.