By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com)
Date: 18 October 1999

Little, in an Oversized World

I sat curled up in the loveseat.
   He lay, sprawled out on the floor.   

They were playing a game- 
   a game of questions.

Do you think she's hot?
Who was your best hook-up?
Were you ever disgusted with 
   yourself for hooking up with 
     a certain person?
Things like that...

My Turn.  I couldn't hold back.
   I didn't want to.

"Did you ever have such passion
   for someone that
you just couldn't be in 
the same room with them, and still 
   be able to retain your emotions?
The passion where you didn't want
to tell them how much you love them
   cause you know they know,
but the passion where you just
want to hold them and touch them
   and take sexual control
over their entire body, and
show your love in a sensual way?
   But you were forced to
hold everything back and 
in that moment everything
   just seemed so out of reach."

No one spoke.

"Well I have."
   I looked directly at him.
"That is exactly how I feel right now.
I just thought you'd like to know..."

I wanted to leave after that,
     but I didn't,
   I forced myself to stay,
and the topic was soon changed.