Her Damned Office Party
- a poem
by Sean Devon
I was late, but not enough
Still going: loud and harsh…and drunk
I hate her office, and their parties.
I find the bar and order up: scotch rocks
In the mass and haze I’m hidden safe
There she is! My Kate, my treasure
My wife, my refuge, my rock
Good wife, good mother…and more
Just to see her now excites me though
Like we’ve never met. She stands out.
Dancing there, she swings and laughs
She loves to dance, and me to watch her
Tonight there’s more…so loose and free
Maybe the margaritas…or lack of me?
I should go over now, but do not move
We have much duty, Kate and I
Our jobs, the boys…and money
Fine lust’s been last in line
Although we lie together well
The starting job is mine
More now, I hear the same:
“…so tired…” “…a weeknight…”
“Ouch…you’re on my hair!”
“You know I really don’t like to do that.”
“…this weekend…for sure”
“Another scotch, please” How she loves to dance
And many times with him…he’s new, she says
Customer Relations…late 30’s
Handsome…good dancer…Latin…and dark
She looks grating good with him
‘Tween each dance they stand and chat
He talks…she laughs…and smiles
Mmm…that twinkle of her eyes
I know it well…and meant for me
I should go over now, but do not move
Now the music starts again…but slow
He takes her hand. She looks around
The room…I guess for me. I hide
Now together soft. The song goes on
And the gap between dissolves
The song now done, they move apart
Sweet Kate, flushed, scans again for me
He whispers soft, she looks at him
Slow music on again and now together…close
Oh Kate! Her fine fingers soothe his nape
No mistaking where it heads
His hand glides down her back
She stops him? No. Up to him tight
Now on her toes, and his knees bend
He rubs that place I thought was mine
My heart is fast and anger hot
But fear and nausea too. But more…
Below my belt, I’m hard as rigid steel
I feel to go in fifty ways…and more
I should go over now, but do not move
Now music’s done, and lights go up
“Gather round, folks!” the boss is saying
Thanking all for much hard work
Could not be done alone. Kate?
I search the crowd…gone…and him!
My stiffened panic’s now sincere
Pushing past…”Excuse me.”
To get to where they were. Gone!
Now, down each darkened hallway
Each office checked, but no!
Darkened meeting room…door wide ajar
“Oh…mmm…Juan…I really can’t…mmm”
Her voice! Danger? No…I know this tone
But not so often now. “Don woory, Kay’-tee!”
I should stop this now, but do not move
Quick peek to see, then in unseen
Now behind a plant, I fix my eyes
Together at the window…city lights
He behind her. Light kisses on her shoulders
Her head back…soft neck…and whispers
“Oh, Juan…mmm…not here…this is…crazy…Juan!”
Her straps…off shoulders…down
“Frank will be…mmm…oh, Juan…mmm…please”
Nibbling her ear, strong hand…down her chest
“Don woory, Kay’-tee! Don woory!”
…End of the part1. To be continued..
Her Damned Office Party
- a poem
by Sean Devon
I was late, but not enough
Still going: loud and harsh…and drunk
I hate her office, and their parties.
I find the bar and order up: scotch rocks
In the mass and haze I’m hidden safe
There she is! My Kate, my treasure
My wife, my refuge, my rock
Good wife, good mother…and more
Just to see her now excites me though
Like we’ve never met. She stands out.
Dancing there, she swings and laughs
She loves to dance, and me to watch her
Tonight there’s more…so loose and free
Maybe the margaritas…or lack of me?
I should go over now, but do not move
We have much duty, Kate and I
Our jobs, the boys…and money
Fine lust’s been last in line
Although we lie together well
The starting job is mine
More now, I hear the same:
“…so tired…” “…a weeknight…”
“Ouch…you’re on my hair!”
“You know I really don’t like to do that.”
“…this weekend…for sure”
“Another scotch, please” How she loves to dance
And many times with him…he’s new, she says
Customer Relations…late 30’s
Handsome…good dancer…Latin…and dark
She looks grating good with him
‘Tween each dance they stand and chat
He talks…she laughs…and smiles
Mmm…that twinkle of her eyes
I know it well…and meant for me
I should go over now, but do not move
Now the music starts again…but slow
He takes her hand. She looks around
The room…I guess for me. I hide
Now together soft. The song goes on
And the gap between dissolves
The song now done, they move apart
Sweet Kate, flushed, scans again for me
He whispers soft, she looks at him
Slow music on again and now together…close
Oh Kate! Her fine fingers soothe his nape
No mistaking where it heads
His hand glides down her back
She stops him? No. Up to him tight
Now on her toes, and his knees bend
He rubs that place I thought was mine
My heart is fast and anger hot
But fear and nausea too. But more…
Below my belt, I’m hard as rigid steel
I feel to go in fifty ways…and more
I should go over now, but do not move
Now music’s done, and lights go up
“Gather round, folks!” the boss is saying
Thanking all for much hard work
Could not be done alone. Kate?
I search the crowd…gone…and him!
My stiffened panic’s now sincere
Pushing past…”Excuse me.”
To get to where they were. Gone!
Now, down each darkened hallway
Each office checked, but no!
Darkened meeting room…door wide ajar
“Oh…mmm…Juan…I really can’t…mmm”
Her voice! Danger? No…I know this tone
But not so often now. “Don woory, Kay’-tee!”
I should stop this now, but do not move
Quick peek to see, then in unseen
Now behind a plant, I fix my eyes
Together at the window…city lights
He behind her. Light kisses on her shoulders
Her head back…soft neck…and whispers
“Oh, Juan…mmm…not here…this is…crazy…Juan!”
Her straps…off shoulders…down
“Frank will be…mmm…oh, Juan…mmm…please”
Nibbling her ear, strong hand…down her chest
“Don woory, Kay’-tee! Don woory!”
…End of the part1. To be continued..
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