Wednesday, December 28, 2011

A call for Arms

Out my arms
To hold you close
That I would bask in you
In the warmth of your birthing
A new season to enjoy
Revel in the subtle changes
And feel your movements under my palm
Each one too small for the eye to witness
I did not know there would been a cleansing
A washing to strong for your stillness
You could no longer hold your seed
And I cried for your losses
For they were mine also
Pearls left on the road
Where even men
Missed the glean
Of tears
By cheeks
On high ground
Looking for words
Spelled like red crosses
Of an Army who saves
So you wonder who will march
In with tracts and hopefully lunch
For bodies can’t hear over the gnaw
Because bellies are attached to the hearts
And my soul is ever attached to yours
Please bring seeds so I can remember love
Let me show you the old cornerstones
Talk with me of where I can be
When the dark takes the daylight
To places I can’t go
Before you leave here
Tell me the truth
Will you come
Back for

© Navypoet 12/28/11

Thursday, December 1, 2011


I watch her move
The sway of her hips
And how she holds her hands just so
In between your palm and thumb
I try but have no hand to hold
I subconsciously shift my weight
From heel to the ball
Of my feet
So my legs might look longer
And perhaps I can mimic
Her cadence of confidence
She, having no trouble
Keeping up with your long strides
As I did on
The few times you allowed me
To be in public with you
Ashamed that I am not prettier
And far less desirable
Than she
Only good for undercovers and
Behind doors
Round the way
As is often said of
“Less than” women
And those who your momma
Can’t meet
So I watch and learn
How to be someone else
Tilt my head to the light
Just so
Practice sighing in contentment
Imagine it is me you are kissing
In a private place
In a crowded mall
Learning to
Hide the real me from sight
So that I may too find a man
That desires me so
That loves me
As you do her
Because what good is it
To be a me
When I am alone
In the Metroplex

© navypoet 11/29/11

Amutum iri

Lying on my side
In a memory position
Hands supine
“Amutum iri”
No longer, but readied
Ablatively hardened
To any disinclination
Of love’s expectations
Unresistingly listless
I remain still in the light
Amazed that it feels just the same
As when I lived without a word
Longing to be seen
By you
Noticed and called to your heart

(c) navypoet 11/29/11

Slack Tide

In this moment,

In this moment frozen in time

Where danger is a memory

A distant memory

Drifting away on current

No wave, nor wind, hazardous

A slight miscalculation

Just the slightest mispeak

Could send words reeling end over end

And judgment is taken to task

Swiftly passing in a moment

Swiftly passing

Into spaces where they cannot be recalled

Into the sea

Drowning adrift

But hopelessly drawn

And hopelessly dawned

On a bitten tongue

Trying to reclaim the silence

Of a slack tide

©NP 11/11