An Imagined Conversation at a Bar
You are an incredibly beautiful woman
But I’m sure I’m not the first man who has said so
“A woman never tires of being told she pleases a man
But I don’t go wherever the winds may blow”
I’m sure you are not compelled to whim
But I wonder if you have an expectation of deference?
“Do you mean do I expect favor because of my beauty?
But first, do you prefer my desire for life or just my presence?”
Of course I would prefer the involvement of your desires
I am not a man given to merely viewing stars in the sky
“And yet you sought me out to give me praise
You know nothing of me except that I please your eye”
Are you offended by this for I could think of nothing else?
Chance sleeps late so I decided to present myself to you
“Yes and you presented yourself with a view to the skies
And now that we understand what is left for us to do?”
Well you have put me on the spot for I wonder if I made a mistake
You have challenged my intentions and my mind is a blank slate
“Maybe it is you who sleeps late as chance controls our destiny
For the question has become what decides a pretty girl's fate?”