When they ask
If I’m seeing anyone
I respond

No
Haven’t for years


They snicker
Assume
Player
But they asked
The wrong question

They should’ve asked

Does your heart thump
Does it sing in ecstasy
Does it swoon in anticipation
Does it stall before doors
Does it falter after kisses
Does it clang with emptiness
Or pump with desire


Does it writhe
In broken glass and gasoline
Longing
Each night
Still
  
For her?

Then I shall whisper

Yes

And walk away