When he slid his tongue
into my mouth
that must have been
a game, too,
another type of word game:
a man stuffing
a woman’s throat
with his speech organs
to keep her silent
or else, she’d choke.
I felt sorry
for him then
because desperate times
called for desperate
measures
and what’s more desperate than
to put your hands on
a woman slipping
out of your grasp.
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