All the Long Hair

reminiscing

She has two versions:

the one that "could have been" and

the one who actually is--

those eyes have seen one

this imagination envisioned the other

Most see her photogenic smile,

a radiant face

a physique natural models

are made of--

without question.

Most; not all.

Reality sees her differently.

Reality saw "that guy"--

played his part--

gave her the life she

neither wanted nor,

initially, for all we know,

planned.

I saw her in cotton running

pants, that one time;

the matching black tank top

clinging to her trimness

Arms the right length

Legs the noted size

Bust enough to make anyone

wonder

Hair that entranced

Eyes and lips that sucked you in

Girly chords that

made a pleasant face, gorgeous,

in fact,

more so.

It was an honor to be

there.

A simple "hello" a while down

the road

Provided more inspiration.

the call

Wish for two samaritans

to do the deed

using that wicked sweet

formula

Arrived some moments later--

she was Indian style

in her world of comfort.

Clingy, blue top covered

her partially

contaminated epidermis--

still a marvel to behold.

Still.

Her image entered my mind that afternoon;

a most joyful return.

Indeed. Indeed.

All because outside helpers kicked in.

Thankfully, but

unfortunately.

They played their part.