[Poem] Rhythms

What if you could watch in secret
When the lovers enter the room?

Bodies coming together,
Urgent, grasping fingers entwine,
Unrestrained passion running high,
Taut skin meets soft delicate flesh,
Lips pressed firmly, stifling screams.

What if you could be a voyeur
When the scene unfolds before you?

The slow rhythm intensifies,
Though she is spent he continues,
His movements become less controlled,
She turns her eyes towards his face,
As he strikes home the fatal blow.

What if you could have done something
When he first raised his fist to her?