Wednesday, 28 May 2008
My Lips Are Sealed
I keep so many secrets, some my own, some belonging to others. I find people confide in me. Maybe I look like I can be trusted, maybe I seem unlikely to judge, maybe I give away too much myself and encourage a trade in confessions. The reason doesn't matter. I am a receptacle of uncommon knowledge, a repository of intrigue.
I won't talk. Ply me with alcohol (oh, go on), seduce me with your silver tongue (oh, please) and do your worst. The key to the confidential filing cabinets is hidden somewhere deep within my vaults. You'll enjoy looking for it but I think you'll find it perpetually elusive.
My lips are sealed.