The Secret

A lowly house like many others
But behind drawn drapes
The awful secret
of wanton nights.

She listens for the creaking
to penetrate the darkness
heralding dad's coming
like many times before.

His big hand advances beneath the covers

She's throbbing
A twinge of excitement
and guilt
For mother's knowing glance

Tonight is urgent
a fervent burst
and then with a brush of her buds
he is gone

He says he loves her...

Mandy Lebides

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Name	Comment	Date
James	Found this quite an evocative piece. It conjured up mixed emotions. Should I be concerned, envious or surreptitious? Great. Points 4 - Pretty close to perfect. I was captivated	2008-01-28
Louis	She listens for the creaking... I can imagine the look of fear.  The screaming in her brain that says no more, please.  Not tonight, not ever! I'm a little confused, does mother know? If so, she's equally guilty of abuse.  But the child doesn't know and this is why she's feeling the guilt instead of the parents. I like the short, simple, meaningful words you use: Fervent, burst, brush, urgent - words that get the meaning just right. He says he loves her... As if this line takes away the pain and the fear.  The LOVE word also seems to allow him the freedom to abuse, and makes me wonder, how many other people does he love this way? Mmmm - The poem engaged this reader.  Short and simple.  The message is strong.  Points 4 - Pretty close to perfect. I was captivated	2008-01-29