Three Seconds behind Schedule by Glenn CurrierGlenn Currier's Poem: Three Seconds behind Schedule
My mind is back
at the office
locked in a scheduling problem,
but I decide
to reach for you,
to finger your pages
and touch your insides.
You gasp and breathe
out your poetry
perfecting my response
with the vowels of your pleasure.
But that worker-me
I left just minutes ago
is still feverishly opening doors
trying to find an answer
in the volume-lined rooms.
He is always there
waiting a few synapses away
ready to save me
from the barking dogs
of Mondays thru Fridays.
But you, my love
patient and ready
softly lay beside me
opening your body
to the me
three seconds behind schedule.
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