Slightly Off Center
A Young Lad of Four
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A young lad who lived by the shore
had the bay at his front door.
One day while walking on the beach
He flicked a stone to see his reach.
With this,
home he ran, kicking
up the sand.
In the door and up the stairs
past sister’s room where he stopped and stared.
The sound that kept coming from the crack of the door
would hold his attention for a moment more.
He placed his eye to the keyhole below the doorknob
as to what he saw,
this wonder behind the door,
shall be with him forever more.
His sister lay naked on her back
and a naked stranger moved up and down
in a visual attack.
His eyes went to the chair next to the bed
where the stranger’s clothing lay at the head.
A black suit, shoes and shirt,
a collar white and stiff,
Like a preacher wears when during the day or night
they pray.
His sister sighed and groaned and cried,
“more, more, more.”
He never saw his sister act like this before,
was this how she learned to pray
or was he a demon exorcisor,
he seemed to satisfy her.
He grabbed her breast with both his hands,
stroked and kissed them.
She held his head with purpose and plan,
for she wanted him to find more fertile land.
He kissed her stomach,
ribs and chest,
she sighed with each caress.
Then she said, “do what you do best,”
With this he placed his head between her thighs,
my mind could not deceive my eyes.
She brought her legs around his head,
Arched her back till her stomach touched her head.
The stranger with his knees now to her back
laid over her like on a beach ball
with his head in a clamp.
He squirmed,
as if he needed air,
my sister held tight as if she didn’t care.
That night,
while I knelt to pray,
I hoped I find someone someday
to do it the same way,
It seemed as if a nicer way
to pray.
© Philip J. Rappa 1981
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