Almond Joy Poem by Robert L. Bixler III

Three times the sun awoke in the east,
Only to lazily sink to its bed in the west,
Before I was free of commanded action;
Required to lay hot rocks down the range.

Freedom was the cushioned couch, in which I lay,
As strip myself of war’s emblem, stained through.
Resting in my mind’s pocket was a hidden gem;
The one joy from this trial of futility and error.

A diamond in the rough, an unexpected surprise,
Was this beautiful creation which stole my dreams.
From a collection of the bland and tasteless collect,
She stole my breath with a soft, natural beauty.

The second I saw her, I knew all was for not.
If I tasted her that moment, my lips on her,
I would have been no better than the rushing fool;
But, oh, was the temptation ever driving!

I knew such a rarity, such a delicacy as her,
Should be held on to and anticipated agonizingly.
For such patience and virtue, coupled with chivalry,
Would bring out the sweetest tastes of her addiction.

How I longed to run my fingers along her sides;
To truly know her every sensual curve,
But a Hopeless Romantic fool, as I was,
Must delay his desire to pay homage to such perfection.

It was from the militant idiocracies, and inept leadership,
That I had such a chance to stumble upon her radiance.
From the banal rations provided, she was heaven sent;
A sweetened treat for the passionately addicted.

As my hopes were at their lowest, she revived every one
And set-afire my still-beating heart with gratitude and compassion.
This sweet Almond Joy, in her gorgeous packaging, was my angel.
Her presence became my saving grace, shining light upon stupidity.

Having placed her safely in my pocket, away from the tainted
Retardation of the illy planned happenstance that gave me her,
She had felt my warmth and compassion and melted, I prayed.
Yet as I lay upon the couch, wanting to un-wrap her entirely,

I hesitated at the start, feeling her cold hardness underneath.
Surely she felt the same for me as I did her eloquence?
Where else could such creamy, coconut skin be blended
With richness of silky brown, lightly highlighted, covering?

Needless to say, this Sailor’s heart was sunken in despair.
Having just barely grazed my lips upon hers, I was captivated.
Yet, I knew that virtue and time could warm her to me.
So, I placed her down to rest and left her quietly.

My dreams, desires and wildest fantasies became hers
To construct, inspire and resurrect at her ever beckoning will.
As I waited for her call for return, my inner demons gnawed
And scratched at my self-confidence, self-image, self-worth.

Could a man like me every really possess such beauty,
Or is it her alluring, seductions that possess me?
I cannot forget her soft presence and seductive ways.
So, I slowly go insane awaiting my Almond Joy’s call.