About Maria Poem by William Cavanagh
About Maria
Latino ladies dance and burn; Deep
within the corridors of my concern
Dancehalls have besoilled my mind
But these eyes they smile! And there is;
Numerous nights of mocca angles kind
And the bed where I once woke
Self-indulgent shadows of our night
Shapely suttle Spanish sway she spoke
And as my eyes grow dimmmer
My coffee cup begins to glimmer
Maria’s skin begins to shimmer
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'Numerous nights of mocca angles kind' Rachel Ann Butler