Working from home

working, editing
*how I hate editing*
she slides silently into the room
 
you need to be quiet, please
 
not a sound, quiet as a mouse, she says
 
shit!
rewriting, typing, deleting and beginning again
 
still quiet, still here
a woman's voice from the gallery
 
everything goes white, total focus as I slap my ear
fuck, I shout
 
that's the idea
she mumbles silently but just loud enough to be heard
 
It wasn't an offer,  
exasperated
is there some other poor poet you can torture?
 
the reply swallowed whole when faced with a glare
 
losing my train of thought,
feeling the write slipping away
fuck,  
this time to myself
 
eureka!,  
with glee
now you're getting the idea
 
If you don't behave I'll make you pay, I reply
as she spreads her legs wider
 
fuck?,  
this time a question
only her soft breath as she nibbles my ear, her reply