Poetry Submission: Jon Nakapalau

Jon Nakapalau

​trust
blackcurrant nights
my heart could not follow 

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trust

is
the
hardest
thing
to
forge
yet
easiest
thing
to
break.

​blackcurrant nights

sweet with forbidden kisses
  thickness that clung to me
      as the stars seemed to.fall
        past a field of moon tide
            bed of black pearl


my heart could not follow

upon that soft spring breeze

that your sighs echoed
as mandolins cried into evening

and moonlight crested upon hills
with a ghost fire that burned my soul

your kiss the piece of the puzzle
i never pictured

a hunger that consumes
a lost heart

that your caress left hollow.

Bio:
I have lived in California (SF Bay Area) all my life except for the two years I was stationed in Germany when I was in the US Army.

I spent 30 years in the private sector working in different managerial positions - learned that the best policy is just to treat people the way you want to be treated - a simple lesson that simply is often ignored.

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