Maria takes to the street

the short leather dress
that zips up the front
the soft leather boots
knee length with heels
the broad brim black hat
tilted back jauntily
on her head
of cascading brown hair
hands on her hips
as she stops
a defiant stance
an in your face look
on that beautiful face
as if to say
I know who I am
do you
and if not
that’s your loss
isn’t it

Maria on the beach

she emerges
from the surf
her bikini clad body
glistening in the sun
she strides forward
a lioness
on the prowl
the queen here
on this beach
in her world
she owns the looks
she receives
like so many rose petals
scattered before her feet
that smile of satisfaction
on her lips
that knowledge of her power
in her eyes
on the beach