Two pizzas arrive piping hot.
He sits down to eat from one.
Several slices in
Pained expression gives way to
Sweat pouring from his brow.
Visions of delicious heat dance in his tear-filled eyes.
Moving his hands in animated silence,
He conveys his enjoyment,
While shunning offers of water, sugar or milk,
To fan the flames of culinary fire.
Coworkers amazed at his resolve.
But all quickly escape
His generous offer to share,
The remaining unopened box of
Piping hot pizza with habaneros and Jalapenos.