The Beautiful Hippie Chick at the Bar

The gleam of her smile
 crashed through my defenses
 like a runaway freight train
 burying thoughts of other women
 deep in the recesses of my mind.

I can't even say that it was 
 her body that did me in
 although it was definitely
 a masterpiece as well.

She had what I later 
 learned was chunky hair
 not quite dreadlocks
 but carrying the same effect.

My friend was just as stunned 
 as we gaped with our mouths open
 at her lavish perfection.

We proceeded to give her 
 all of our money and try 
 to make small talk when
 she brought us our beers.

In the end 
 we got drunk
 and went home alone
 just like always.

But her image persists.