Love Hormone Speaks

“But don’t you want to sleep with me?”
Rises above the pandemonium,
Chimes out from the clamour of voices in my head.
In a clear strident voice,
Recognisably my own,
“Don’t you want to sleep with me?”
Echoes in my momentarily empty mind.
But I don’t say it out loud,
I continue drinking tea,
Nonchalantly nodding
Half-listening to you talk.
Baring your soul,
Or your teeth.
I don’t remember which,
Hoping,
I’m hoping that I don’t blurt it out,
Inconsequentially exposed,
The burning question in my head,
“But don’t you want to sleep with me?”