An Afternoon to Change a Lifetime

It’s too late
to erase
your hostile hands,

Hands, like insects
that went where they pleased,
Destroyed my foundations
and spread their disease,

Hands,
Like cigarette plumes
that penetrate my insides –
Smoke, like hands.
Lungs, like thighs.

If I had been older,
I might have been bolder,
and known how to tell you to
Stop.

But it’s too late
to erase
your hostile hands.

I can still feel them
Making their demands.