Reclamation His moans are my aphrodisiac- I strive to see his face gone blank, His body pulled tight, His hands reaching for me. I want to give to him What was taken from me So long ago. The urgency of his hands erases the memory of the unwelcome ones. His whispers in the dark block out that horrible silence that filled the room. His mouth on my skin soothes the dread that filled my stomach when that robe fell open. Later, looking into his eyes, I can finally cry.