No Resistance

She was one of those beautiful South Americans        
sad eyes full to the brim                  
Tear shedding soft tangos                  
stabbing the floor with her sharpest stiletto                  
and when we danced                  
we flew quicker than a bird in the sunshine outside                  
                
When a poem makes you cry                  
you understand how fine it is                  
When you're gasping for relief                  
before you reach the last lines                  
compelled to read them                  
over and over and over                  
Being with her felt like that                  
                
I can't forget                  
how she would pout her lips                  
at any man who dared to stand in her way                  
though there weren't many                  
who ever thought to try                  
        
If she began to speak                  
it was always too late                  
There could be            
no resistance                  
your soul was sold already                
on the spell of her smile                  
its magic breathing only for you                  
seeming more precious than life itself                  
                
But all that beauty couldn't save her                  
from the bullet
that entered her brain                  
and then flew on out the other side                  
                
She was close to the banks of the Lempa                  
early morning birds singing quietly                  
before the guns grew louder by the hour                  
their dirty weeds raking through the wire                  
until the river burned red                  
poisoning forever the place where she died                  
                
The day the world          
lost its best dancing partner                  
and left me dreaming        
of one last sacada                  
to outlive the memory of her smile