During Sex
She closes her eyes during sex;
not, as he imagines, to block out
but to let in – the self
confidence stolen
years ago.
History cannot repeat
when she does not
look into his eyes
when she refuses
to remember
to risk
seeing that same look.
Once, eyes wide, she knew
he was not with her
was not in her.
Half-whispered names
no longer sounded
like hers,
two syllables
too similar –
were they so much alike
he could not tell
the difference
even in their names?
She cannot close
her ears
so she closes her eyes during sex,
allows herself to feel
passion and desire
to believe
they are for her
this time.
~
Siobhan
06/06/12
Mother2rah 
June 6, 2012 at 8:31 pm
wow, this is really powerful.
July 13, 2012 at 10:41 am
I really like the words, the evocation and immersion. Real, understandable and strangely provoking to think how often and how many have felt like that with me.
I have a question though. It’s one of style and please do not take this in any other way than the spirit it’s intended. Your poem is soft, gentle, rounded, uniquely feminine yet the metre you’ve chosen to present it is short and sharp. I wonder how it would feel if reworked with 4 or 5 beats per line. Just a thought. It doesn’t prevent me reading your work, no way. Just worth a try, maybe, huh?
RR