Rape Fantasy

it is strange, you do help
apparently women cannot write about sex
they have meetings and mourn each other's loss
erotica is beyond them, they feel ashamed, a rush of
blood to their head, a slide of wetness between their thighs
a rising anxious urge like the wavy right margin of these lines
a knock in their chest, different from anxiety or fear
of a friend's possible hidden hatred

but it's strange that you do help
slow the thud of blood in my veins
help the thoughts form, let them spread into
words that you smear between your fingers and
bring them up to taste and smell.. you're the man with
the knife in the park of my rape fantasy saying
stop. and smell the roses ...

Bibliography or references
Margaret Atwood, Rape Fantasies, Dancing girls,(___: Anchor: 1998)
Gender and Censorship, Ed. Brinda Bose, (New Delhi Women Unlimited, 2006)
Jeet Thayil, Skewed, English, (New Delhi: Penguin Poetry, 2003