By jill (jills@wam.umd.edu)
Date: 27 October 1999

grey

sunday morning and when the sun hits it, 
i feel my face in a scowl and with
the blanket wrapped around me,
a safe cocoon i did not want to leave at this point.
i felt you prodding my back
and i felt you standing over me
and i felt your smile before i saw it.
i craned my head to see something 
so startling, so new.
you towered over me
looming, shirtless, looking quite spectacular.
just you and the grey sweatpants,
"miss jill, miss jill wake up"...
could i have been more awake?
it was so fucking beautiful,
i could have cried
because i knew i would only end up hurt at some point
by something so lovely.
it is these things i cannot hold. they break in my hand and peirce my skin.