To revel in assertiveness,
I must confess,
requires an enjoyment
akin to bliss.

Sometimes, after the workout,
when I’m well perspired,
I may look at myself
and think: “WOW! I’m tired!”

Tired of the chase.
Tired of the race.
Tired of the chastisement
I sometimes must face

Tired of being too anxious to pursue, too eager to woo.
So, sometimes, I think: “Perhaps … I’m through.”