Salt

I place at your feet

The essence of my earth

The flavor of my heart

Consecrated in holy words

Flowered rituals at doorsteps

A blessing from God’s store

With fire, water and iron

Companions four of man

To make water holy

To preserve my love

And cleanse pain

I have sown my path

In altered piles

Praying in desert places

And hidden in the cleft

I should not look back

At things that did me harm

For I have been brought

My despair purchased

At the edge of dark

And what was once unsavory

Has becomes fit for your table

© NP 10/26/12

Sometimes

Sometimes, sometimes

I wake up and not know

Who I am, just that I are

The lights of the day

Shine on my pillows through

Skylights in the roof

Warming my feet at

The head of the board

Sometimes, just sometimes

I put my fingers in my heart

Searching for some sense

Of what I am missing

Of what used to be there

When you were in it

Keeping my pieces from

Falling through the wholes

Sometimes and oftimes                                                                                                                                                               

I cry into my blankets

When I think I hear your voice

Or even hear the phone ring

But it is not real

No more real than feeling

Your arms wrapped around mine

Or your kiss on my lips

Sometimes and this time

At the eve of yesterday

I am greatfilled that you

Do not fault me for my sins

And in the dimming of

A new life under new skies

I have a chance to be friends

With my best friend

© NP 10/20/12

Sleep... Palindrome

Slumbering 

Solo 

Languishing and bereft 

Intermittently 

Days stretching into months 

Flights across blue skies 

Yours into mine 

Fingers searching for fingers 

Arms resting within 

Covered and protected 

SLEEP 

Protected and covered 

Within resting arms 

Fingers for searching fingers 

Mine into yours 

Skies blue across flights 

Months into stretching days 

Intermittently 

Bereft and languishing 

Solo 

Slumbering

© NP 03/11

Distant Lover...Palindrome

Felt dreams as

Called cyan

Drunken love

Kiss to flesh

Heart to hand

Tattooed passion burning

Galvanizing heat into lonely

Memory distant

Distance hazy

Horizon’s mountain horizontal

Far and farway

Again return here

Submerged oasis of longing

Distant

LOVER

Distant

Longing of oasis submerged

Here return again

Faraway and far

Horizontal mountain’s horizon

Hazy distance

Distant memory

Lonely into heat galvanizing

Burning passion tattooed

Hand to heart

Flesh to kiss

Love drunken

Cyan called

As dreams felt

(c) NP 07/10

Weed

It all started with a puff of weed 

From one to another passed round 

Mindful to not catch a hot seed 

That makes you spit out on the ground 

From one to another passed round 

A joint, spliff or mary jane to share 

That makes you spit out on the ground 

Watching for the stems with care 

A joint, spliff or mary jane to share 

Puff and pass, huff then exhale 

Watching for the stems with care 

This was the best that was for sale 

Puff and pass, huff then exhale 

Mindful to not catch a hot seed 

This was the best that was for sale 

It all started with a puff of weed 

© NP 5/09

Dreamin...7 cubed

When I am held in your arms

I contemplate mysteries

Like the origin of ants

And whether they could tell

If the lawn in which they live

Is mowed by a Methodist

Or a Presbyterian

When I am in your arms

I have the time to count words

And calculate the number

Of times it appears in song

I always pick easy words

And I meticulously

Avoid ones like I love you

When I am in your arms

Time just seems to crawl slowly

Each tick resounds in my ear

Each tock as a clanging bell

I begin to wonder at

Your affliction of deafness

Since you do not seem to hear

When I am in your arms

I often think of my lunch

Would a sandwich have been good

Will I pack or buy next time

There are so many choices

In the frozen food aisles

Some actually quite tasty

When I am in your arms

I hope I watered the plants

And took the trash out today

Did I leave dirty dishes

Fluff the pillows on my bed

Not that you would ever know

For I have not asked you home

When I am in your arms

I think of the arms I miss

The mistakes I have made

That have left me with just you

I regret every moment

Of the should have, could have, beens

My dreams are only azure

When I am in your arms

I can’t help but imagine

How good my hot bath will feel

Then you think you have pleased me

And roll over with a grunt

As I miss my cigarettes

Though I have never smoked one

(c) NP 09/10

DICK

DICK

Throbbing

Between thighs

Recall is fuzzy

But I do remember

Plastic does not feel the same

“Help, where do the batteries go?”

Consented

Wane moon’s give to facing sun

Bliss whispered

Legs wider exposes soft flesh

Lowering in anticipation

Of thrust pressed upward

Heart racing in silent voices

Bodies harmonizing together

Movement in disappearing synchronization

Flesh takes

Flight

Takes flesh

Synchronization disappearing in movement

Together harmonizing bodies

Voices silent in racing hearts

Upward pressed thrust of

Anticipation in lowering

Flesh soft exposes wider legs

Whispered bliss

Sun facing to give moon’s wane

© 09/09

mmmm

It

Only

Is your tongue

On my bare skin

That can make me scream your whole name out loud

Every pass of heat punctuates pleasure

The cooling trail

Makes me

Moan

© NP 09/18/12

I am mad at you God

I am mad at you God

I rail against the injustices of your gift

The serpent at my heel

And all the while

The story to the left

And the story to the right

For listening ears

Divided as the times on a fork, forked

I am angry with you God

I was better off not being loved

Not loving in return

Boxed in insingularity

Cold yet alone and safe

I don’t understand God

You desire truth in the inward parts

It is a delight in all you wrought

So David says, so to Darryl

Was my love not approved?

Not tested in flames, rendered solid?

Turned this from confession to favor

Love is from you and yet thwarted

Dismembered and unfolded

Judged temporary

Contrasting sharply with your purity

Behind false words

What was the plan Lord?

A cleansing of immaturity

A purification of the soul

I acknowledge my humanness and

The desire to be yoked

With one whose heart is for you

And I ask again Lord

While Darryl is so happy and content

In his words and actions

Finding a grace in his choices

Why is my heart the one that’s broken?

© Navypoet 06/12

 

 

Spiritus Vitae

Is love dead?

Or merely in disguise

Cloaked in words

Unrecognizable as true

I love and yet

Am not loved back

So I cease to believe

In the fairy tales

Of enough

Being enough

Wanting enough

Needing enough

Words to the wind

For they cannot be a prayer

 

“I love you”

And leaves fall to the ground

For lack of breath

Choked back in closed throats

With nothing to give them life

“why not you”

And I cannot answer

As I do not know

The why or reason

Of the failure to close

Out my heart to certain pain

 

That time

Knowing full well

There cannot be another

There are not enough pieces

Remaining to piece a whole

Quilt, blanket, shroud

Winding sheet to cover death

Nothing to hide behind

Save a crooked mask

 

And In its place a rock

Cold hard coal

Gifted

When not found on the list

Of the wanted

Tallying the wrongs

I must have committed

And still not knowing

The truth of what was

 

 

A winter heart lies fallow

In departed hope

Crimson fades to the grey

Of blood deliberately spilled

On the purity of navy robes

Trailing on the ground

Behind one lost

Forgotten

And abandoned

In shadows cast by silence

No longer able to feel

The breath of life

 

© NP 8/1/12

One hundred and eleven degrees

One hundred and eleven degrees
Is that the boiling point of passion?
Or just the tempering of eXXXcitement
As the mercury soars upward into clear skies
Cloudless
Feels good
The heat makes my skin tingle
Or
Is
That
Your
Tongue
Mmmmmm
Kissing
Licking
Sucking
Tugging
On my breast

One hundred and eleven degrees
The pooling sweat steams
Where my tongue meets you
Your gears are ready to shift
And I wet my fist for traction
LuscXXXious, is your taste in my mouth
Knowing that our playground is this corner
Escalades my pleasure to maXXXimum
One hundred and eleven degrees
It’s too damned hot
To stay inside
The street fill with men
And they can see
My nakedness in the windshield
The eXXXcitement makes them young again
As youth whispers
In waiting ears
Come here, baby
I
Want
to
take
you
on a
Super
Nova
Ride
© Navypoet 6/12

EJS

When I close my eyes
A golden sun dances in reverie

I can imagine your touch
On my breast, thighs and hip

My soul hums island rhythms
Waiting in the palm of your hand

I have emptied my pockets
Of rocks and lies and pennies

The changes have helped
To lighten a heavy load

And I am now happy
To share my smiles with you

For my dreams are filled with
Flowers, surf, rain and chocolate

I know this is all true
Because the Caribbean tastes like candy
© NP 6/12