Revised sonnet #1465
Im blown away youre suave at such and such
You live and breathe a booth up seven floors
And when you leave the lift I sigh the doors
They close on passengers I marvel much
The pens are put off pencils feel a finger clutch
I fume at files another over pores
I quaff a coffee cup the bureau bores
I dream of us two met at plates treat dutch
I catch your name its Cathy Kate or Kit
Inclined to hear that which I wish to hear
I keep as close as possible an ear
To ground I might in salient gossip on you hit
I swing to kerb infatuated tad sly
Ill watch and wait and soon youll sashay by
Chorus sly arch mischievous