Maria

Love poem.

Maria

She was always in a bad way-
Face artfully made up
Thick lashes-smoky lids
Her lips painted a shade of red -
Deep, like fresh blood

I would look at her breasts
Covered in a black bra
Camouflaged in the darkness
Her hips gone in the black as well

Her eyes- white , glistening
They were all that prevented her from
Being swallowed completely
By the night