Flower Girl

I saw you from across the bar, Your eye shadow immaculate, Your skin a pleasing, pale hue, Your brown hair laced around a band of plastic flowers, Your supple red lips engaged in fluid conversation. I saw you, decided I loved you, My bawdy, lusty companions thought so as well, We cast dibs and lots for you and dared each other to speak to you, And acquire your phone number, As if you could be owned by possession of such things. I turned away from our idle chatter and barter, And glanced to where you spoke with the girl presumed to be your sister. I may not love you tomorrow, The feeling may have faded by then, But I relish the aesthetic of the moment, Lovely Flower-Girl.