Do I Love You? Poem by RIC BASTASA

when you enter this room
you will meet us

you look at our faces
wearing different masks

when you smell us
as though we are dogs

you will be confused
we anticipated that

scents interchanged and
manners well studied

each gesture is mastered
switching hands

you try the way we sound
listening carefully

we anticipated that too
we have exchanged our tongues

not to be outwitted
you listen to the beatings of our heart

you heard it, and perhaps
now you have known the truth