as I look out of the nighttime window
a window that looks down across the Chao Phraya River
I look
I see your reflection in the glass
woman asleep on my bed
your golden skin reflects the night
a night of love
a night of passion
you have had so many that you do not know what they mean
a moment purchased
a life given away
and when nothing means anything
and the lies are spoken as truth
the rhythm sounds
and we each know the answer
the answer
that there is no answer at all
she grabbed me in passion
but, the passion became only a game
in the game
as in all games
some one wins
some one loses
and some one gets up and walks away.
this is life
this is Thailand
Scott Shaw
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woman-from-the-hills-of-thailand/
