Title: No Longer Quite

Author: Amy Fortuna (peacefulpassion@hotmail.com)

Rating: PG

Category: Poem, POV

Disclaimer: I don't own the Jedi, and I don't make a dime.

Archive: master_apprentice, SWAL; anywhere else, just ask, I won't say no.

Series: No.

Spoilers: No.

Summary: Obi-Wan and a bit of contemplation.

Feedback: Something I adore. If it's good. Otherwise, go read something else.


My head is aching

And I am so very tired

I sit here alone on the floor

And think of you.

And think of you-

How I'd love to run my hands

Down the warm planes of your body.

Stroke, caress, and kiss once or twice.

I think-the image growing sharp-

How I'd die to see your loosened hair

Spread out on our bedsheets,

Tumbled in wild disarray.

I'd just watch for a moment,

Drink in the sight and scent of you,

Hear you plead in that oh-so-calm voice

(Now grown harsh, breaking with need)

And I'd take the open road to your heart

Conquer it with a look, a word, a touch.

My head is aching yet

But as I sit on the floor

And think of you-

And think of you-

I am no longer quite so tired.