He remembers the kiss

Not the first

Cool touch of lips

But The Kiss,

Up against the water cooler

In the hallway by Section B 

The long, warm journey into Her

Like going back into himself

Somewhere safe

Like Sunday morning under the blankets

Watching black and whites

With a steaming mug of bitter coffee

Yes, Coffee.

She had stepped back from him

And begun to undress, right there in the hall

Her fragile brown body

Too tangible under the strip lighting,

That it made her surreal,

Like the coffee machine

Had become confused

And poured out molten woman instead

[an image tale of 'the office party' by red-sequin]

And another.

photo taken via smartphone with various filters applied.

Created using Photoshop Cs5.

Signs of early attempts at eradicating the inch or so of snow in Southeastern Massachusetts.

:)