Shh

I’d like to assume that
seismic-sensing
underground graboid
monsters really exist.
It would give me
a really good excuse
to come up to you
from time to time and,
without saying a word,
just kiss you.
When you try to ask
“What was that for?”
I could say, “Shh. Shh.
I don’t want you to get eaten.”

This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published April 23rd, 2011.