it's only ten a.m.
not even lunchtime as she sneaks
next door into her colleague's office,
we hear the drawer slide open.
she waits until he is away.
we hear the crinkle of wrapper
as the chocolate bar slips into her
waiting hands, this one filled with
caramel which sticks to her fingertips.
some days this is how she gets through
the difficult analyses, the boredom or
the rush of chocolate melting onto her tongue,
the smell of caramel warming on her fingers,
the pleasure of licking it all off.