It’s been a week
I still cannot rid my lips of you
They taste like you
I feel you
your hands along my waist
But you are not here
I had waited so long
I should have waited longer
You are what I thought I wanted
But I was wrong
Every night I scrub my skin raw
Trying to wash your touch
and taste from my body
Just when I think I’ve scrubbed it all away
I smell you on my favorite shirt
It’s drenched in you
In the smooth smell of your skin
The natural and earthy scent
I cannot escape
Every corner I turn I hesitate
Will I see your face
Will you be the next person I see
My body flinches at the thought
You didn’t do anything
You didn’t hit me
Or yell at me
Or rape me
You acted on human wants
You made sure
To ask me if I was uncomfortable
But I didn’t say a word
Not a damn thing