The Woman That I Met Poem by James McLain

The woman I met in the city's after glow,
With laughter like a fleeting dove,
Her legs, endless as the twilight showed,
Bore a tale of unrequited love.

Her gaze, a siren's silent plea,
Drew men with rings of cold, hard gold,
In her dance, a bittersweet decree,
A story of longing yet untold.

She knew the power in a glance,
The wayward curve of whispered sin,
And played the part in life's dark dance,
Where shadows end and truths begin.

For every glance she earned their sighs,
A hollow victory in the night,
Yet in her heart, beneath disguise,
Was yearning for a softer light.

But men would leer, and wives would frown,
In the web she spun with careful art,
She walked the line in a lonely town,
A lonely soul with a broken heart.