Poetry

In The Office

We are alone today

In the office

And I can make my move

Trace my fingers

Round his hairline

Across his brow

Down his cheek

And he will grasp

My wrist and take

My fingers in his mouth

While I rest my weight against him

Unbutton his shirt and…

And I would do these things

Today

Right now

If it wasn’t for…

The unreasonable space

Between me over here

And him over there

By the door