I talk too much. It’s a device I use
To keep you here, attentive. So you stay
If only for politeness’ sake, my ruse
Frustrating your intent to run away.
At first you seem impressed, but soon you’ll tire
Of my incessant chatter. I can sense
The depth of your discomfort. You desire
Release, but how to leave without offence?
Inevitable, I will let you go
But wish I could be selfish, hold you prisoner
Forever. Were that possible, I know
I would despise the disenfranchised listener.
Will ever come the man whose impulse is
To silence me, but only with a kiss?
First published in Reach