in this quiet moment, deep into the
night, I nestle deeper next to your frame,
as Sara Barielles blares from my phone
on the floor. I look up at you, my head
resting on your sturdy shoulder, at the
tired, dark-haired, brown-eyed man falling asleep
with his head on the chair. I look down, lean
in and feel safe. Even after knowing
all my aching, monstrous, shameful insides,
you hold me, kiss my forehead and still stay.
“You are beautiful. You are too hard on
yourself,” you whisper, understandingly.
I close my eyes and my heart just beats back:
“It’s crazy. I think, maybe, I love you.”
This sonnet is Copyright 2016 by Jessica McLean. File sharing is encouraged.
Dedicated to Jason Samuel Griffin, in all the best ways. Thanks for being my friend.~
The Rose 
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