We spoke at the bar,
a typical foray,
always on my game,
she was just my way,
I wandered from afar.
She wore a tight pencil skirt
eyes were determining my urgency
I wanted her certainly in a frame
of mind would hide my blatancy
for a time to allow my simple flirt
Oh the hours would go by tonight
in my own frightened manner
would I ever be allowed to tame
my lusts, desires, need to have her,
I discovered smiles I’d hope might
give my male self the dominance
to fulfill this quest of an evening tryst
where when as a child my inner shame
could bury me like a slap on my wrist.
for controlling offered no sort of innocence.
The night sky or ambience of some chance
became the stark shine of neon’s fright
another evening gone, and me so lame
to hope we bed one another this night,
I bid adieu and into strange airs did advance.
I wonder sometimes about the moments behind
where does the tension of polite escape unwind.