Under endless skies, she wore white
and danced with hips
and slid, and smoothed their way to
beneath the thumping Mexican heat,
he found her
And was it fair? No, it was not fair.
But what? What?
What in life ever was? What dream would come?
For them the answer was none, none, none, and
She had always belonged to someone else and she would forever.
Note- This poem was written for Poetry Thursday. The first line comes from Brian at Truth is Freedom