copy jam

i heard heels  
turned to see if i should turn  
god thank you yes  
the intern  
 
sunlight waves splashing over  
her sandy hair from  the glass  
ocean door of light at the end of the hall  
up and through her glowing back lit legs  
 
defib my damn heart  
i couldn't look away  
the second time i'd seen her today  
and already knew  
i was drowning  
 
"I'm stalking you," she said, "better  
hope your can run faster than me"  
did i voice the wish to cut off my legs  
or only think it  
 
"i'm working on the  restraining order now,"  
stumbled in reply,  
a bit late as she curved the corner  
with no look back and my eyes  
locked to the corners of her curves
 
latter bent over in the copy room  
peering in the abyss of a jam  
she walked in heels quiet on the carpet    
stood behind me and whispered "boo!"
 
i jerked up,  "jesus you scared me"  
"your  restraining orders need work then," she laughed  
this time i jumped right in, "no worries, my taser works fine"  
 
before i could get my hands back in the machine  
she smiled in retort, " uh  huh,  and this from the  
guy jamming the copier with a front to back operation"  
and swished out the door  
 
leaving me jammed with my copier  
turning knobs, pulling levers, toner on my hands
something rhymes with toner in my pants  
thinking i might have to restrain her after all  
to get this front to back thing rolling