Fencing and eye scars

Do you like me?

            What kind of question is that?

Do you like me?

                        We both know the answer.

The answer doesn’t matter; it’s how you react to being asked.

That’s the question inside of the question.

It’s not a trick.  I am not trying to manipulate you. 

I just want to be human here.

That human instinct to run that we all have

That flinch crimp snare of having to follow through

On whatever words you might answer the question with

That is where the reaction crests

None of us want to be asked and none of us really want to ask

Or hear the answer.

That’s modern cell phone facebook text don’t call distance kept

What romance has become

Coquettish ballet, trying to play when you need to be played with

Because all this hiding is bullshit; we all see through it

You do; I do

So if you want to answer verbally do or do not, but

The reaction is