Remember how when we were young, we walked
outside the rapist's house, back and forth, to
and fro, until at last our parents called
us in? My mother said, "You're teasing fate."
Your father said, "You're tempting man." But we
were ten - and curious - and sex and rape
were two small words we did not understand.
But now that I've been raped by love, and you,
my friend, by marriage vows, we comprehend.
The face that sometimes hides inside a closed
suburban home - where fancy curtains can
not keep a secret kept - is someone's son
and someone's spouse and that his name may quite
well be the whispered name of any man.