We had between us the secret look
or perhaps it was thrown out
only in my secret imaginings
in my own secret longings
attaching these to you,
who are unaware;

therefore I,
ever the reckless imaginer,
seek to verify
because
my heart
so easily
falls in infactuation.

A gentle maneuver
and I am at your side
at the water cooler
breathing gently
and you synchronize
effortlessly
heart beats
blending
at least I think so
as you spoke to me
that first day
intoning
'We are out of paper.'

It was not so
but I
a 21th century heroine
draw out the paper tray
to your Pretend Amazement
the universal sign
of mutual interest
and you never look
at me directly
but move close
so I can smell you
and you want me to smell you
because smell
enchants
and I
put my calloused hand out
ignoring my paper cut
as any hero would
and we
stand
side by side
in front of the copy machine
two against
the technology
we so
much
depend
upon
beginning then
a new kind of dependence
one that breathes,
that wants,
that needs.
A hand brushes
accidently
on purpose
mouths
dry
bodies
hum
love 
begins.