You showed up at work
and asked for access
but my guardian angel
wasn't so sure
you spoke friend
to enter.
Over lunch
your foot
in a fine silk stocking
tucked itself under my thigh
mid-sip of your iced tea
with mint and lime.
The Reuben
on sourdough
thin-sliced corn beef
with honey mustard
sweet onions
and pepper spice cabbage slaw
was my favorite
five years ago.
You said
you remembered.
A little cream on my mouth
from a Coke and cream
elicited your leaning forward
smiling sweetly
"I'll get it."
And my stunned silence
must have been amusing
because you laughed
like warm sunshine
but stayed
on your side of the table
for the rest
of our mid-day lunch.
