Compulsion

I bask myself in the luxury of your attention,
However impersonal it might be.
My mind is lifetimes away, building fantasies,
Of a perfect country house, precisely white-fenced,
Two children, playfully chasing after their puppy.
You reach to shake my hand, lips curled in a polite smile,
And I look into your eyes like I know you;
It happens time and time again,
Their lack of recognition.
Perhaps this time I'll stamp my face onto your mind,
Infect you with my inoperable tendencies to fall in love.
But you will simply shake it off, like a rain-soaked coat;
They always do.
At times I wish I could shake you off of me,
If only you weren't a second skin covering my vulnerability.
I would paste you on a paper plane,
And send you off to wherever the wind blows.
I will do just that; leave myself bare and cold,
Awaiting another handshake, or even a smile would do.
No, I think this time I'll gamble on a glance.