As a
rule, entering into a relationship with a work colleague is not a good idea.
There
are, of course, exceptions to every rule, especially when you have desperately been
trying to read someone’s body language for ages, and then...
A WORKING RELATIONSHIP
You
brushed past me in a corridor
and
I froze;
when
I looked, you were looking too,
scratching
your nose;
eyes
firing questions at each other
found
no answers
(none
we cared to probe too closely);
we
went our own ways
as
we meant, although not quite,
for
haunting each other’s
every
move and thought for days
on
end
Did
I perhaps want you for a friend,
I
kept asking myself?
(trying
to put you out of my mind)
or
was there more,
desire
of another kind coursing me,
heating
my blood,
pumping
heart and pulse faster
than
ever before?
I’d
tell myself I had a fever that
would
pass…
but
it dogged my every footstep,
grew
worse
You
brushed past me in the corridor
on
another occasion;
we
paused, unsure how to establish
a
reason;
you
licked your lips and I licked mine,
tongues
frozen,
alter
egos debating our sexuality
head-on;
We
shook hands. Your palm plied mine
with
passion,
rhythm
of your name exploding in me
like
an orgasm
Colleagues,
we still haunt the corridor;
lovers,
afraid of ghosts no more
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2008
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