Paradise Lost by Sally James
It shouldn’t have been like that, not the first time,
it should have been between clean white sheets
with scented candlelight and soft music playing
or maybe lying on pure green grass with warm
breezes sighing and birds singing melodies.
But no it happened in a dark alley after too many
drinks on a cold winter’s night when the alcohol
had dulled your senses after a boozy night out
and you were left alone as the urban fox scurried
into the blackness and a pale moon loitered.
Now you sob into your coffee cup as the bruise
between your thighs spreads and you think no one
will understand when you say you can’t remember
what had happened except your heart has been
broken by innocence and the naivety of youth.