Linger

You gave your innocence
and he took it greedily
malleable in his hands
thick and sticky on his lips.

For years
I have seen him stare
dark and knowingly at
the grooves of your body.
We cannot escape temptations of the flesh.

I know you think constantly
of that night
under the stale light by the kitchen sink.
I don't know if you regret the way it felt
when he held you.

You call this feeling love,
and maybe it is.
I wouldn't know
anything of the sort.