this sensation of being
artificially gauged to the time
fettered by the tourniquet of the suit.
measured by a number of desperate attempts
of the molecules of caffeine to penetrate
membranes of your brain-cells.
watching her fixing the bra and the hair
in the next cubicle
adds an extra dimension to the moment.
(I know, you can watch it in the infinite loop.)
the resistance is futile
to the subtle impulses of your withering libido.
(bite the bullet, it will later dissipate
during a conference call)
another coffee break,
another stolen look.
you call it morning
I call it a self deceit.
trompe l’oeil – visual illusion in art, especially as used to trick the eye into perceiving a painted detail as a three-dimensional object