From the poetry files...

The dark circles under my eyes are prominent.

My sweats are ragged.

My messy pony tail gets messier by the minute.

My quilt is my closest ally.

Surprisingly,

I feel just a little bit sexy.

I wonder if he would notice and find me

tempting.

Perhaps it's the hint of the ease in which I would meld into his arms.

Or maybe it's the exhaustion,

which breeds silence,

which requires non-verbal 

communication.

-October 2007