It Was All Too Good To Be True

it was all too good to be true...

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  

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"