Reservior Virgins

Reservior Virgins
20/02/03

She lost her viginity on the grass, down the road, by the reservior.
The trees watched in glory to see them become nature until it stopped
because it hurt.We used to sit there when we were growing up, every
summer from the age of 12-15. Now it's their special place where their
love grew into sex and passion. The grass between them flattening in
reversed comfort. I can't imagine her to lose her virginity anywhere
let alone on that pure childhood grass that she has dirtied with sex
soil. She said it so callously that she had lost it in our childhood
spot like it didn't matter- that we had knew nothing of them pleasures
when we first arrived there as virgins. A place that was innocent and
pure. I don't think I could go back there now, unless I was with my
lover to wound over her mess and make it back to purity again. I'd show
it love not sex. I am not angry at her but innocence was captured
there, our angelic life of growing up together, now we don't even talk-
I suppose every innocence has to go.