My Love

-blazon after Woloch

My love with her chocolate river of tresses,
Her slow-flowing curls, polished mahogany.
My love with her lips of tequila sunrise
With her milky-skinned sin, spreading wildfire blush.
My love with her hummingbird voice
Her windswept dune song, her soul
strumming hum
My love with her eyes of moonstone and twilight,
Her mysterious eyes of long tide pool shadows
My love with her willow tree frame
With her star-dappled thighs, soft gossamer down.
My love with her lotus bloom tongue,
Her narcotic tongue tracing spirals through midnight,
My love with her deep-desert wellspring,
To which I stumble, broken and parched.

Ryan Stone

Posted at dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics: Sensory Play

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Stuff Cops Know

Lunacy lives in the full face of the moon,
blood has infinite shades of red. The perfect crime
doesn’t exist. Every contact leaves a trace.

When there’s nothing to gain, people can still be evil.
When there’s everything to lose, people may surprise you.
Occasionally there is honour among thieves.

There are multiple truths, perspective is all. Sometimes
there are only questions. Everyone has a price,
I’m not talking money. Life is unfair. Trust me

means don’t. The sins of one moment can reverberate
for a lifetime. Love is the very best
and worst of things.

Ryan Stone

For dVerse prompt, May 11, 2017 – a List Poem.

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