You might not have noticed,
but
I whisper so that
I don’t frighten you,
muttering masterpieces
in the shower,
to the dripping drips of the coffee ***,
veiling my genius under corded sweaters,
keeping the secrets of the universe locked behind my lips.

You might not have noticed
my chapstick-smoothed lips,
but
they have more things to do
than speak to you,
Nerves trembling underneath origami-paper skin
as our lips meet,
myself a connoisseur of kisses,
and I mean kisses,
I am in control-

You might not have noticed
I am utterly in control
of
absolutely every room that I walk into.
I’ll pull eyes toward myself with the furtive glances
that I keep safely in my pocket
and even the
golden bubbles of champagne
leap to meet my tongue.