the workplace romance

certainly it only takes putting the hand on the burner
once
to figure out how stupid a relationship at the work place can be
to figure out how it will effect your coworkers
to figure out how it will effect the relationship itself &
inevitably,
how it will ruin both the work reputation &
the relationship at hand,
with one clean swoop
like a samurai sword slashing swiftly
through a zucchini.

so what makes people continue to have them?
what makes people continue to risk their job in order to pursue
romance in the same place that the clock bears down upon one’s
head?

is it the intimate moments on break?
is it the make out sessions at lunch,
is it the private dialogue with another party throughout the day,
or is it just the last refuge of the desperate?

as humans, we do what we know best &
in this case, literally,
so how long then do you think it will last?
how long will it be a good thing to see your significant other
every
single
hour
of the
day
without a
moment of
privacy or
pause
from the ongoing bubbling at hand?

as the two new bunnies bounce around
cooing & groping, smiling on mondays (when everyone else is out to kill) &
often just being a general nuisance to all being subjected to it,
we watch the new lovers start to have little snippets of spats,
which in the early throes of that new finding of a person
may go unnoticed in a regular setting,
but now the concentrated work relationship
stomps out the issue &
then rekindles it at home
rekindles it on the way to work
rekindles it the next day,
for nothing is denied anymore
as each party is in the other’s 24/7
surveillance.

so the rest of us workers make best,
paying the designated bookie
as to when it will all crumble away &
suddenly things will be thrown across the room,
profanities will illustrate most of the day &
we will all be able to bank on a solid month or so of
entertainment.