Office Etiquette.

Here let me help you She says as she leans against and over me Pointing to the program on the desktop Her unfamiliar form pressing against my back Feminine curves offering a brief informal touch A sign of intimacy Not a come on But certainly a turn on As I agree with what she is saying Quering her instructions Voice calm and secure But body alive and tingling I fight the urge to relax Rest my head back To be cradled by breasts warm and inviting Reach around and stroke office nylons Create static electricity To spark the connection Right I say Uhuh as she finishes... With a you understand don't you Which of course I don’t The program yeah that’s no problem Picked up what she was saying straight away But everything else The smell of her perfume That voice.... And a million nerves saying... Hello! This sterile environment Partitions And air conditioning Black and gray Cotton and polyester Time precision existence Calculated programmable mathematics Fixed faces dreaming of somewhere else Processed coffee Stress A moment in a crazy world Of body memory And a casual trusting intimacy An underlining need to be.... Open With one another She says something To which I politely agree Not hearing amongst the plethora And walks off Absently straightening her shirt I get a grip Refocus Switch off the preferred existence And get back to it The memory fading Perhaps to be talked about later Perhaps not On a crowded standing room only tram after work I recognize her And as the tram sways along rickety winding tracks We are momentarily pushed together Alighting a familiar feeling Eyes lock And she smiles A warm inviting smile That brings understanding at lastOh Ahhhhhh.....:) Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 09:27 PM PST   18 • 0 • 16