Black Marble Woman
Outside my window on the street below stands a black woman wearing white, a sleeveless sheathe barely grazing her thighs. Large rounded breasts, dark nipples smoothed by the heavy linen fabric. Her skin is sooty like dark chocolate dusted in cocoa powder. Matte in the dimming light. Close cropped hair or short hair swept back. She will be black marble in the night. When her back is turned, I take her picture from my high perch.