Responsible and ambitious
Admirable
While punching numbers do you 
subconsciously think of fingering me
Listening to the drone which you could 
rattle off in your sleep
Does it become a lullaby that I sing
The anxious, nervous energy
Hands running through hair
Tapping of a pen
Shaking of feet
Is it the task at hand or the visuals
of me here
Knowing I am dripping with anticipation
of the weight of you pressed against me
Would it make it easier if I was made of 
circuits, wires, and my electricity could
be disengaged by flipping off the power strip?
 

©Natalie N. Narine