it didn't seem fair

so she is sleeping with someone else
but her real likeness was stuck on my
bathroom wall
a pinup beauty with curves and tall
her cigarette still smoking
far from the bedroom floor
where i reached for it once before
long after the latest noonday affair
and to me it didn't seem fair
i asked her more than once or twice
but she started acting as cold as ice
she was an injured dancer
with a Syrian accent and a big resume
and when i asked her for an explanation
she never had anything important to say
and that's how it remains today
it listed her major accomplishment
as being a rebel for any current cause,
so i hit the refreshment button
and then pause
it was a sentimental title she dreamed for herself.
i watched her remove it
from the nearest top shelf
and when she made love,
she wore her helmet of dark Damascus hair
and disappearing clothes,
and to me it didn't seem fair
from the top of her head
to her painted toes
she always told me that anything goes
in fashionable discussion
from playing guitar
to swinging percussion
she was familiar with the earliest and the now
but i lost her in a recent winter storm somehow
when the winds blew raw through my single-pane glass
flattening the flame on a painted wax candle
she herself was no less than a scandal.
so she is sleeping with someone else
but her real likeness was stuck on my
bathroom wall
a pinup beauty with curves and tall