Miranda Rights

Beauty in the not knowing of what's being said:

The story is told through the international language of

The body - a nod of the head, a smirk in the right 

Corner of the mouth, an expulsion of air through the nostrils

Before the laugh pushed out from the belly greets

You across the room tapping on your shoulder

Politely introducing themselves to you by

Requesting your attention...

First glance and you're arrested - 

Immediately manacled -

You need the same kind of restraints put on your

Breath as it is rapidly taken away in the squad car

Of his kissed with red wine lips and the way they

Turn up ever so slightly at the corners - 

The siren of your heart can be heard for miles around and

Gets the other dogs to barking - TURN IT OFF!

You only want to be taken into custody by 

This one dog who has stolen your will to look away.

You can't help but look; your attention has been abducted.

Now all you can do is stare at this burglar of your  5 senses:

Skin the color of coffee with one hazelnut 

International Delight Creamer single.

Olive green eyes minus the pimentos.

Curly black hair.

Muscles just taut enough to give the appearance

Of not being self-centered, but acquired through

Living, working, playing and praying right, 

Long and with abandon.

"Ha ha haaaaa!" his entire body gracefully guffawing

Cancels out what he says next in a very foreign language

That when translated must mean,

"You have the right to remain silent."

I have no words. I needn't any.

His otherworldly beauty has vanquished

My vocabulary and rendered my mind useless.

I am under arrest and 

I can't...

won't...

don't...

object.