Cold tile floors
Creaky cupboard doors
Paper trails of rumours
The hum of the conditioning

Above the shallow humour and
Gallant shanty banter
Camping under neon light
Cowering at the workload
Showered with hollow achievement

Bereaved of all sensitivity
The tense glances we share here
Could not possibly have meaning
For the endless stream of data
Overshadow the need to sate
The matters of the heart

This wanting is remarked
As a hindrance
So we quell it and salute
A good riddance
To the colour of our souls

A pretence much less than natural
The intoxicating scent
Is testament to facts
That struggle to lay dormant
Then torment relentlessly
Every time the moment sees
Our eyes lock in hungry gaze tease

This game we play
Between numbness and the flowering
Leaves me towering in place
Yet hidden between hills
As they peek forbidden shoreline

To test my will and tow line
Between animal and light body
Upon the sterile battlefield
Which rages in the silence

Grant me license to forget myself
Between the pencil push and hush
So you can see my true self gushing
All over your fertile parchment

Then we can find a way to learn
What it means to blend our currents
Smothered in the pungent odour
Of  togetherness
Protruding from our longing smiles

So close but miles apart we are
In this boring work time daydream
This office coppiced fantasy
Is fickler as the day seems
Long