Audacity

Sometimes in the lift at work
as the clunk and hum kicks in
and the postage stamp window goes grey
undo your top, flashing no-one,
feeling the air, the germs
and milky way of dust you have shared
with strangers and colleagues,
skate over your nipples. Just before
the light returns and the doors,
like bored guards, stand aside,
tease the top button back
through the slit. Cup water
from the cooler, offer tea all round,
pretend you’ve just
been singing.