By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com)
Date: 13 November 1999

Blunt Sex

I thought of you the other night
  I thought of how at the beginning
Of our relationship all I could ever
  Think about, was having sex with you.

Not for the pleasure
Not for the fact that it was sex,
  and I was a virgin
Just for the simple thought of
  it being with you.
I knew it would be special
     (memorable)
Something that would be beautiful
     (to perfect to touch)
We never did get to share that
   experience.

However,
  Sex has become an issue
  In my life, since you.
It's been done,
     aggressive painful
     slow numb
     drunk stoned
     secretly exotic
But never beautiful
   or special.
"Secretly Exotic" came close.
     It was special,
   He was special.

Terms of Realization:
  It's not how, but who.
And I’m happy with who I'm with
  And that is how everything
is made beautiful.

I could never have gotten that
   from you.