What kind of kisses do you crave

I think I’ll ask, to catch you off-guard

To settle myself

And make your thoughts soar

From that dark desk

To somewhere you’d rather be

Once irritated, but glad now how you gave nod to my request

For this interview

Yet what has that to do, you’ll think, with paper or policy-making 

Nothing and everything, you know I know

As if I’ve read your thoughts

There’s no harm in breakfast before work