So Close

A vivid description of a beautiful sight

Amidst the flurry of 

bodies--

Among the shards of green--

Tops aplenty--

Dresses aplenty--

Skin here and there;

the sights devoured this memory;

eyes filled with heaven;

all stood still

Euphoria and bliss from 

outfits aplenty; no shortage

of real-life scenery here;

luck struck its course.

Athena, goddess herself,

reborn on 21st Century

terms, found a home five

feet from the blanket--

Oh, she was Athena all right: 

blonde, strawberry blonde locks, 

perfectly done to accentuate that

petite frame, that gorgeous

face bred for beauty. 

It was there.

Those golden locks 

A finely chiseled face

Golden tan legs--

like those of Stacy Keibler, 

only more personal;

just the right amount of muscle in the thighs;

just the ideal amount of gloss glistening;

that golden skin tone--

whew.

And that outfit.

Let me tell you, people.

Breathtaking. It made these eyes

take in the sight.

The hem left the whole of the right leg

exposed.

It even showed a little more of that skin than 

intended.

It showed that area most dresses don't intend to--

that round, half-exposed piece of glory

that makes hands ache to grasp.

The hem crawled back, millimeter by millimeter.

The fabric at the mercy of gravity.

Irises absorbing the frame--

veins stirring in fierce contention with 

themselves,

attempting control,

anything that resembled control,

for the possibility of image lapse--

the idea of knowing what's there without actually seeing it.

Imagination had a powerful home run of an evening.

Eyes wondered above, unable

to withstand the mental absorption of such an 

illustrious sight, the sheer amount of epidermis 

on display for the world,

taken in by only those willing--

A boy-like whisper of a voice, female-driven, lurked in those

chords. But that was dismissed, easily.

The hem crawled--

the evening lights went dim--

the orchestral music filling the music of the night.

His hand fell upon the epi-d, 

confirming the honorable reality was real--

she was a part of his world;

he was in hers,

as it should be.

And though she made

no attempt to slide that fabric down,

to recover and honor the older generations

of proper and modesty, it did what it naturally would

when hanging on the outside layer.

This was 21st Century design and style, whether

intentional or not, he thought.

This was the goddess herself, Athena, alive and

reincarnated. This was a living person.

She was breathing.

Her flocks flowed.

Her hair waved, like a perfectly trimmed 

'do in upwards of thousands. 

Those long legs flowed; that memory soaked it all in.

A real reason to enjoy such a symphony.

She was the one you wanted to take home...

She was the one the kids dreamed to end up with in 20 years...

without question.

The hem of her dress, exposing what it did, was proof of that.

She was, after all, the 21st Century Athena, goddess and all.

And he witnessed her from three feet away, O Athena.

And he walked away leaving it at that, at peace with that memory, happily

enjoying the reality that he, in all likelihood, wouldn't be 

troubled by such an enjoyable moment too soon.

He went home with his, at peace with his reality.