Tell me

What would you do if I told you I liked the way you looked?
What would you do if I made a pass right here at work?
Would you shy away, make an excuse?
Be surprised, disgusted, by my taste?
What would you think if I cut my hair short?
Wore black army boots, collected poetry books?
What do you say when I dab on my makeup
and purse my sexy lips?
Can't you place me, fit me in your box?
Tilting your head like a dog listening
for it's next, "stop".
You say you like me with a knowing grin,
what if I told you I like you too, more than a friend?
Wave me off, flapping your hands like I'm much too hot?
Of course, I won't do any of these things.
(Well, I'll cut my hair and wear those boots) But
I won't play these games.
Time's too short.
And so are you.
I just cut you out over the same silly nonsense.
How's the view from my side of the fence?