I think this sonnet is excellent, by the way. It deals with sex in a very upfront way, but doesn't make a big deal about it. For me, it's an example of how formal poetry has come of age, and can tackle any subject-matter. The author makes no concession to the idea that a sonnet has to be in any way 'precious' (in the worse sense of the word).
This is an adult straight-talking sonnet which acknowledges sex as an important part of life, and something which reveals the nature of a relationship.
I'll admit that all my sympathy is with the narrator here. Here's a man who's made her feel like dirt, who she feels hasn't treated her as a woman, let alone a human being. That image of shoving her face into the pillow--chillingly effective, I think.
I didn't think it was about anal sex myself, just about rear-entry sex being used as a method of de-humanisation, and to avoid 'facing' issues in the relationship. The more I read it, the more I like it.
Regards, Maz
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