Hi, Ms Deborahhambrook...
With the comments given earlier on this piece, I was able to appreciate the intricacy and beauty of poetry--not much less, your work.
The points raised by the commenters enlightened me on the darkness
discussed of the matter; of the ordinary but loaded threat of the title, and of course, the idea of black
and the allusions of photo finish
It helped me understand the volatile emotions encrypted (suggested?) in every line of the poem: from fear, manipulation, subjugation, to molestation and malicious use of respect--Are teachers not powerful over their students?
Perhaps, my little experiences in photography, and the tempting use of the darkroom for mischievous purposes, helped me relate to the poem. Several of my female classmates in college were molested there during class, and later, the office darkroom was a convenient place for quickie treats among horny employees.
I said I'd never known darkness like it,
nor ever done anything like this
anywhere else before.
Beautiful lines...Innocence violated; token remorse--after a bit of examination of conscience by the victim for allowing it--and the last line, an attempt to clean up the scandalous mess once found.
This is really not my place to comment since I do not write or even relate to the beauty of poetry, but allow me to say I like this piece.
More power, and all the best!