tuesday_night Bespeckled Sitting half curled up at my desk, glancing at Conan on tv. I called your cell phone twice and you didn't answer. (It's probably off.) (You're probably asleep.) I haven't talked to you today, you haven't called me, I've received no Tuesday proof that you even love me today. But I feel beautiful. I feel peace as I think about you tonight. I do not worry about where you have been or who you have been with, what you have seen or what you have done. I think instead of memories - fuzzy watercolors of us together on soft white sheets, your clean shaggy hair brushing against my cheek, and your strong dependable arms circling around my waste. I am so peaceful and content at the thought of you, a feeling only surpassed by your presence. 040526 what's it to you? who go blather from