I heard a story once about a man
And some friends
Who drive from a small Christian college in Oklahoma
To South Beach for spring break
Dripping with virginity
First things first
They see a sign for a wet t-shirt contest
"Yes please," they say.
What they find is a room full of men, a stage full of women, a line of buckets
The crowd can't decide the winner,
the finalists sets of breasts
were similarly ideal
In an act of selfless humanity
The crowd raises extra cash
so both ladies can take home
The man's friends want to go back the next night
To relive the magic
The man says no
Sometimes a butterfly lands in your hand
And it's a beautiful thing
And if you try to hold on
It will die.
Sometimes, you have to let the butterfly go.
This is my first thought
As I stare at your ceiling
Fully awake & clothed
I reach out, feeling for your hand
When I should've been letting go.