Office Romance Discovered
He sees her daily across the room;
Her distant words sound like golden drops of joy;
Her accent soft as Parisian silk and her skin unknown
Except in the depths of his imagination.
I kissed thy cheek
And melted as the night
Doth melt into the day.
O’er thy soft flesh
wish to wish out want
To dream aloud the flying dream
I wish to cross the bridge of colours
To hold a day between my fingers
Standing in the mossy fringe
of the amphitheatre of my youth
Now crumbled limestone seats
To pass the time I order too many wet Sunday afternoon olives.
Some tapping Catalan tongue calls from foreign shores;
Ensalata mixta, patatas bravas and honey coloured cerevesa.
Gaudi inspired flagons reflect deeply controlled rhythms.
Frozen dendrite symmetry
Of lace-like precipitation,
Capped and spiked for admiration.
Collations of star burst clusters,