The Auction

She stands there
In perfect pose.
Her heart is up for auction.

With an angelic figure
And pouting ruby red lips,
She's priceless

Boys and men
Place rose petal bids
And champaigne promises
As the Auctioneer slurs words.

I reach into patched-up pockets,
Pull out a few pathetic pennies
And my heart stops beating.

The bidding intensifies...

Men bid cars, fortunes
As I think of what i have to offer.
My Mind reminds itself of a lack of future
And all the places it could fall in love.

A marble mouth, my own, starts moving...
And words begin to follow...

"I bid my heart, life and undying devotion."

Heads turn with
Oceans of echoed laughter...

"SOLD!"

To win love, you have to place The Final Bid.