Poetry by Jeff Green


Taking work home

by cricketjeff on July 26, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Working at the table
lost in distant numbers

One kiss
on my neck
and suddenly numbers
don’t seem important

your hands over my shoulders
your breasts pressing on my head
and operating systems
do not matter

Your hands find my shirt
as my lips find yours
Brandy and chocolate cake

Hands find breasts
and tease squeeze

My jeans join my shirt
my hands find no jeans

on the table
next to the unfinished work
teeth and tongue
compile and calculate

not once

but twice