it was another spontaneous New Year’s Eve
when we climbed the locked gate
outside the municipal park where
we laid on our backs looking up

by Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler Click to read full poem

Comments (9)

I really like this, I like the honesty in saying you'd go through with it (or did go through with it, whatever) , cos I would've felt the same way and then acted the same way, possibly without ever really knowing why. I've been in similiar situations. Actually, given how much I'm relating to your stuff, are you sure we're not the same person? And if we are, which one is Tyler Durden?
Great piece no question, but it leaves me with the question, so why did you go through with it? I'm not condemning, just curious. And was this before or after you took your vows, Rev. Dr.?
A mental rape, this - in the best possible, professionally, THINK- YOU READER! - superbly written way. True to style. t x
Jake...was it the feedback to this poem that caused you to switch personalities? I thought it was an interesting perspective! Hugs, Dee
Was he raped? I would conclude at the very least he was sexually abused. I think as women we tend to think of men always up for sex. He had mentally drawn his line in the sand about the level of sex he wanted but was coaxed to cross it thru some else's action, being manipulated into negating himself for another's pleasure. She didnt care at all about how she was affecting him. She wanted what she wanted and used whatever means to get that. Tell me what is the difference between this and rape? Because she wasnt physically beating him or because he finally submitted?
I love you to pieces, Baby, but as a rape survivor...I was offended by this poem.
Well now. Very emotionally charged piece that definitely could have been bad had it been done differently. A masterful piece of imagery and tone. Well done.
Oh man! This is intense! What a poignant slice of life. I had no idea which direction it would go even as I came to the end. Some good images - 'groggy snail' is my favorite, although 'favorite' doesn't seem like the right word here. This is a delicate subject and you did just fine. Reminds me of the time I was with a woman who'd been raped. It was, um, different.
a very real poem about the delicate psyche.