Orgasm is a moment of pure vulnerability,
That’s what he said lying in bed with me
Next to me, between damp sheets,
Staring past me at their embroidery.
That’s what he said lying in bed with me.
He pushed up the window for a breeze,
Staring past me at the embroidery,
Staring past me at the afternoon trees.
He pushed up the window for a breeze.
And turned his back to me, so I couldn’t see.
Staring past me at the afternoon trees,
I wanted more than anything to leave.
He turned his back to me, so I couldn’t see.
I stared at one of my hairs stuck to his knee,
And I wanted more than anything to leave
But I know in my bones that I lack the strength to flee.
I stared at one of my hairs stuck to his knee,
Him next to me, between damp sheets,
I know in my bones that I lack the strength to flee.
Orgasm is a moment of pure vulnerability.
—Jacqui Sahagian is an LSA junior.