Proposals

I wonder now how many girls will be proposed to today-
And how many will say “yes” when they mean it
And how many will say “yes” when they don’t

I often wonder how many girls are oppressed by their lovers
Who care more for their mans’ bodies by a million miles than for their innocent beauties’ hearts
But in the same breath I wonder how many lovers this afternoon are genuinely in love
And thinking of each other
And how many of them were willing to make it work
To work to make things good again
And thinking of each other yet, encore, because they are yet in love
I wonder how many lovers are at work right now dreaming
Dreaming of o’clock at the fifth hour when
When into their lovers’ arms they will race from the office dreary with grey shades and tones
And I wonder how many lovers will embrace today then, in the driveway or inside the front door
How many wives will tug off their husbands’ ties in that ecstatic moment
When an afternoon of dreaming will collapse into the temporal world
Will collapse into several moments of acting out ecstatic dreams
And then united again in love they will cook their dinners or share their visions for the day
Share their life together, live their lives together with the one that they love
And remember how strong their love turned out to be when against all odds, fighting against the world, they
Held on
I wonder how many girls tomorrow will remember when they were proposed to and when they said “yes”
And when they lived happily, thrilled to be in love, yet made it work against all odds
When they tug off their husbands’ ties in that ecstatic moment
When an afternoon of dreaming will collapse into the temporal world
And I wonder how many oppressed girls will remember with dread they day that they said “yes”
When they didn’t mean it