The Recounting

I will recount this slowly
At the same pace your towel was spread open
Like petals blossoming beneath his touch
Lips blooming at his caress
Lecherous you blushed
Skin turning rose
His penis thorn tearing hymen

I will recount this softly
Like your defiant "no" and cries
Carried away on waves of shame and embarrassment
Softly as you whimpered beneath his touch
Your skin becoming supple buffer
Between him and younger sister

 I will recount this with love

The kind willing trade soiled sheets for youthful smiles
A chance for children to remain such
Sacrifice of self for someone else's sake
Silent strength the kind you'd liken to Jesus
When prayers are only answered on behalf of others
The kind that never allow you to ask why me

 I recount this because it had to be you

You who knew you'd survive
Who knew what was to come
Who acted without regret
Threw cautionary innocence to the wind
Because anyone else dies from shame and guilt
Suicide becomes the moment someone else touches you

 I recount this with respect

I will never rush a stanza in pitched attempt to emulate frenzy
Raise my voice and wave my arms in a display
Of emotions you learned to hide long ago
If your life is in this poem
I will never run through you
You whose spring time came too soon
Scraped with thorns before budding into adulthood

 I will not raise my voice

It may remind you of thunderous whispers as he took you
I will not rush these words
They may be remnant of your journey into womanhood
I can never question your love
Look at what you gave your sister you living super heroine
I can never lose respect
I cannot call your life a story
We share your nightmares fighting in your sleep
So I will recount this slowly
Until I can catch up with your past
And save you