By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com) Date: 7 October 1999
She stripped him
of something that was
my taking.
I wanted it.
I wanted it right
pure
clean
First, only.
It would be the only thing
that would be mine
all mine, unreplaceable,
undeniable.
Then it would be ours
Mine and His.
Untouchable
But now it's thiers
He's
dirty
stained
denied.
And I can't help
but be in total envy
of her.