This week's prompt 100 words of prose or poetry is "consent." This is my entry. For more, visit here and check out the comments.
A Blunder of Consent
When I withheld my consent,
I thought of you as someone
Who would understand, someone
Who saw me as I am, someone
Who knew that the picture I paint of my life
Doesn’t include the colors of too much, too soon.
That’s not the way I see myself.
When you assumed my consent,
You considered yourself first, as someone
Who sees only himself reflected in my eyes, someone
Who is the center of his own universe, someone
Who gets what he wants, when he wants it,
God’s gift to women:
That’s the way you see yourself.
We were both wrong.