At work, post-lovemake.
We enter separately,
fooling our co-workers;
covert spies in shades reading headlines
at awning-veiled café stools.
We offer ridiculous good afternoon’s
to each other on bathroom breaks.
When she came in my mouth,
it tasted like a three-years-held
Erric Emerson is the former Poetry Editor of Duende literary journal. His writing has appeared in Crab Fat, Gingerbread House, Neon, Mead, Prairie Margins, Rats Ass Review, Five:2:One, By & By, and The Black Napkin, among other publications.