Rhetorical

A question hides behind my lips
that fights to be free.
Keeping it still and swallowed
chokes the meaning from me.

My answer dances behind your eyes,
mocking me in my desire.
I wait for a knowing glance
but still I always blink.

I want you to be answer to my question
but can't bring myself to ask.
Would you look at me fondly
or stare then walk away?