An Overstanding of an Imperfect Love

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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