The Perfect Girl

I met the perfect girl today
she screamed my name in the silent bookstore
Her self and mine
Spoke for a young sweet time
her hat said that she was confident
A modest pride
a wide brim around a round brown face
Like a sunflower
It topped off her aura
That of a walking sunshower
hot but cool
Like a florida beach in January
beautiful above all
Very
I sat back with a natural smile
and watched her browse
her dress said aloud
that she was free
like the wind when it blew the draping denim
a breath of fresh air
from colorless, odorless, toxic, tasteless women
like nectar in the place of venom
So i stood up and approached her for a closer look
Juggling guns, germs, and steel and two poetry books
I never got to see what she was reading
her face said hi without speaking
Her eyes beaconed out to mine
then whispered that they held the sort of truth i need to find
Her brow was full and thick but trim
but not trimmed shallow or thin
her lips, wet and suple
but traced a smile instead of spelling trouble
they spread to show perfect pearly whites
in rows
like windows
for me to see her inner beauty from the outside
all in a smile
she reminded me of Lauryn Hill
their names are even similar
The connection felt like it could've been sort of real
I actually stumbled over some words
but she smiled at my persistence
my heart was racin
she said she liked my name
right before she told me she was taken...
shakin my head
not a shock...

but a shame.