I sweat alone
While my feet are tapping
And yearn to join the game.
The game is familiar
But I have played it for too long.
Rules are tights jackets
And the ball a long known relative.
Office Christmas
Scent of mandarins fills the office
While my hands quickly expose their flesh
And my imagination takes me back to Christmas.
Welcoming office of familiar smells
You cuddle the outcome of intensive work
In the less pleasant lab.
