Dress Code Obeyed

This Saturday office visit
He shuffles some paper
Presses 24 keys, then
Escape to the freedom of
Denim and ball caps,
Football weekend till
Monday's khaki call
Tight ties with medium knots,
Diamonds, never stripes
Who dare Hawaiian flowers
Pastel with plaid or wool,
These worries put off
He steps into the elevator
To surf the shaft to the
Garage many stories below

She steps aboard to join him
Leather case, long umber painted fingernails
Of a mouse pusher
The narrowness of her face
The indent of her cheeks
Bones riding above and
Alongside the jut of her nose
Her lips pursed
Eyes wide as high
Dark brown, smoky
A perfect match to
Her perfect suit and
Discipline of sharply ironed
Crease from hip to tailored cuff

He inhaled her aroma
Manufactured in bright laboratory
Or dim dank cave
He wondered asking,
Can't tell, she confessed
The name, the brand, Kant Tell
She tells,
Hair positioned politely
Long but gathered, loose but structured
Above her earth brown collar,
In their eyes, a threat of release
In this rapidly falling place she asks
If he is like most men

A ding, a goodbye from the elevator ascending
She descends with hands outreached
Fingers parted, stiff pressing palms to his ribs
Risking he breaks his promise not to touch
Her hair or undo a single button,
Against the remote pillar of cement
She pins him, allowing his reach to
His zipper, urging slowness till the elastic
Moves aside to reveal her brunch,
His delicacy, the subject
Of her oral presentation, complete and thorough
Touching on every point, considering every option
Available, until she seconds his motion, repeatedly

Postscript:
Her lips were full
A shade of burgundy
Meant for the fluorescent glow
Of subterranean space
Of other purpose

Checking her hair, the cut
Of her mascara in the
Car mirror facing past
She drives to future
To the light of one more
Day for denim and ball caps