Spoken Word

I'm conversed;
I'm well versed
in small talk, being all talk, dirty talk, and "need to talk"s.
I mean, I have coffee stains in my memory lane
that make papyrus sheets look (oxy)clean.

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I've been talked to, no doubt,
talked for, talked about,
talked at, and talked out.

But for the first time in my life,
someone spoke to me today.

She stared into the light,
gazed right past me,
extended her arms
and directly addressed me.

Her eyes darted about,
watching every word escape her lips,
skid off her finger tips
and pinball violently around me.

I danced around the room,
like supermario for his dame,
catching the 1-UP mushroom points
to this nintendo game.

... but I intend (for) no game,
only to click my fingers as she walks away.

Never having seen my face,
someone spoke to me today.