An Ode to the Lady who is not perfect

I never felt it was fair to perceive her as just a woman 

Just a being that existed beside me 

She was natural, with a big afro that weather couldn’t blow 

The way she walked, a silky sashay through the room commanding attention 

She was like smooth jazz played at an expensive dinner 

I longed to meet her 

But yet 

I was too caught up in mental fantasies 

Scared to finally face reality and ask her for a simple dance 

She was perfect in every way 

I pictured her moving in tune with me moving to our favorite tune 

Flowing like natural waterfalls as we fall into an intimate embrace 

What a woman I would say 

What a lady on this day 

I finally got the nerve to approach her 

My dreams were being realized before my own eyes 

When fantasy would finally meet reality 

She turns to me 

Dreamy eyes, dreamy eyes 

Sweet lips accented in mahogany lipstick 

My lady, I would like to partake in a sweet embrace 

I would like to move in a sensuous mood 

We danced for an eternity it seemed 

But alas, our song ended 

And as I moved in for a kiss 

She disappeared into a fine, sweet mist 

Perfection is only perceived in the mind 

  

  

  

Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2014