Letting Go

The other day I talked to this fine young lady...

Correction. 

 The other day a fine young lady walked down the block 

and I hid behind a column 'cause I was scared to get mocked 

'cause there was no way I could check off the box of what I thought she would like 

she was a masterpiece in motion 

like the Mona Lisa got up on two legs and walked away with a smile 

she was poetry in motion 

adjectives verbs and nouns swimming in the ocean 

similes and metaphors teaming up with personification 

doing the locomotion mixed with the percolator 

what chance stood a lowly man to a woman more powerful than the elements 

to a woman whose voice soothe stampeding elephants,

 who could charm snakes with her eloquence, 

whose hair calmed winds that were venomous 

whose chocolate skin defeated the sun like it was irrelevant 

how could I possibly match that? 

How could my clumsy tongue catch on to a language 

spoken by such full lips without fumbling my words and losing possession of her attention. 

But you know what 

the odds were a million to one that I would even catch her eye 

since I was a strong five average kinda guy so I really had nothing to lose 

my mom always said that beauty's lies age us 

but I heard be you til eyes adjust so I asked her on a date to see if I could grow on her 

maybe if she saw me in a different light she could glean some new insight to my life. 

Now the date when swell at least my rating 

she laughed at my jokes and didn't find my constant compliment irritating 

and when she asked me inside her room my head started inflating 

(not that head don't be nasty).

 We sat and talked the usual conversation I was engrossed by her presence alone 

took note of every beautiful nook and cranny 

from the way her hair fell down her back 

to the fact that her smile lacked any imperfection 

I forgot to mention how her eyes were dark like Hennessy 

her skin honey like jack Daniel's whisky 

and before I knew it her lips of Bellini had me drunk in a passion stronger than I could imagine

sending a massive heat through my body 

who could have thought this would happen 

but then she began to take her clothes off... 

I put my hand on hers and asked her what she was doing 

she said she liked me and had strong feelings brewing 

so a gift of her body was ensuing 

but confusion on my end began accruing 

giving me insight to what I was really viewing from the 3rd person I could see no cracks or chips

but the 1st person gave me a new view on this work of art I had been gazing at 

opened my eyes to the fact that insecurities had been sewed to her body 

by fumbling hands who were shoddy seamstress 

who thought of her as but a hobby 

who could not understand the wonderful things she embodied 

which leads her to treat her body 

like she's a nobody 

but by God she was somebody who mattered to me 

I wanted her to see what she was capable of 

I wanted her to know of love

thankfully the seamsters left a loose string of hope 

just a single strand was all that would stand between her and her potential 

but when I told her of the opportunity she looked at me so longingly 

placed a hand on my cheek solemnly 

closed her eyes and cut the string and said honestly 

my hurt is what I'm used to 

you're a sweet boy and I don't want to hurt you so we are through. 

The other day a fine young lady walked down the block 

I told her I'd help do anything I could she told me to stop 

that she was late and had to go 

I said I'm sorry that I was too late and that I let go.