It Was All Too Good To Be True

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life

you
 
in that hip-huggin’ black dress
just lookin’ for me to
lock my arms around your waist
and hold you tighter than a crack addict holds his habit
 
your hair
flowing freely
softly
just lookin’ for my fingers to examine each long
delicate
golden brown strand
 
your eyes
hungry
hypnotic
big
brown
beautiful
expressing to me without words
your every hidden desire
your desire for me to
touch you
to hold you
to love you
and love you
AND LOVE YOU!!!
 
then
 
your lips
symmetrically perfect
brown sugar and cinnamon
drew close to mine
and your voice
soothing as the summer breeze
whispered to me
 
“there is no God...”
 
then
my eyes surveyed you once again
and in that instance
I found you unattractive
 
cold
as headstone marble
 
helpless
but not hopeless
 
and I said to you
 
“if there is no God
 
then there is no me
 
there is no you
 
and there can never be
 
us”