Moana’s Canvas

Her cheeks awash with crimson
blush, green eyes gambol
in sunset glow. Betwixt wet lips,
a Mermaid’s kiss; her breathy,
soothing ebb and flow.

Blood orange tears
smear her eyes, emerald gems lap
untouched shores. Her song, the glide
and swoop of gulls, her laughter
the gentle sway of oars.

She smells of seduction and
secret spice, from ports steeped
in mystery. She holds me close,
a salty lover’s embrace,
as dusk dances over the sea.

Ryan Stone