in a daydream.

if the file cabinets were ships,
& the office floor
an ocean,
she would be the siren.
he would be the sailor.
her voice,
a melody so
tantalizing & lethal,
would call him to the depths.
he would drown
for her.
unfortunately,
the paperwork piles higher,
& the coffee has been
spilled.
her lips of salt and
siren songs
say nothing more.
but he is still
drowning.

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