Muscles work...
...as you smile.

© 2014 J.S.P.

I got caught up in poetry.
Her eyes, her hazel, are poetry.
Her hair, swaying,
Languidly left me
With purpose,
The tussle
Of a clumsy
Serenade.

Since she left,
The guitar strings
Echo her questioning.
They move
As though
To flicker back
To her eyelids,
To sway a feeling
Back to hope,
To dreams,
Coming back
To me.

Cruel is a day
So calm
     Without her.

Her soul is poetry.
She got me singing,
Covering
That Bic Runga song
Over and over,
Lulling the sun
To a blue blanket,
To sleep
One afternoon.

Yes, I miss her,
Clear as a sentence
Simply put,
     A ballad.

But there is no fear
     In love.
          I convince myself.

Love is patient
     Before it is kind.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Just like people,
A book without a spine
Are just sheets,
Just...sheets.

     Just like people...*

© 2015 J.S.P.

It took a leaf
     And a thousand more
To make this blinding sun sparkle,
And time crafted the elements altogether,
But your eyes took this kiss,
     Just this kiss,
          And then no more.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

There...
     Somewhere...

Between the flesh
     And the shadow,*

          I am.

© 2015 J.S.P.

How many stars...
...are out there?

......

Exactly.
     We don't know.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

O Mirage, the prodigal,
Your shadow sisters are
     His favorite.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

I write a piece remastered as though
To make love. It is when my poem engages
And at the same time disengages,
Where the reader keeps wanting, and
Bare, barely, retaliates.

So the poet was a man
And the reader was a woman.
When I write, I hold
And hold her hips.
And the pull was the pull
Of the lips of our kiss.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Reach her.
Her soul is letting down
Her liquid hair.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

Even the white crow...
...dies.

© 2014 J.S.P.

O mystic mesmerizers you close, and weep, and burn, glorious,
And beam inward this light of night from young rose to bud maiden,
And slip, sleep, slim in my arms as in a dream I had truly lived,
Failed life in reality, championed love, lose fame, and flame,
Pressed and flavored lips with you, and savored, fashioned
The silhouettes and silences of our doing,
For you, you only, only because, had eyes that were fireworks
Fireworks imploding, captivating, and are twin mimosas, phoenices,
And are falling back perfected into a sacred place,
A mornstar to the early dew, the first of this clumsy heart.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

...
...
...
...
...
...
!!!
...
...
...ever,
Ever,
Ever,
And...
.­..ever.

© 2014 J.S.P.

Squirrel hangs by his foot,
This man
     By his neck.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

For your eyes only, I am all eyes only,
Starving myself off, courting you
     With fewer blinks.

Now, let us be silly, dear,
Blush. I want this warmth.
I’ve had enough of our elbows
     Always meeting, always kissing.

Let us talk, converse,
For once, in silence.
Look at me.
     Just look.

I am intrigued now
     More than ever.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Strangely, my feelings drifted towards forgetting you,
     As though to lose our kisses between our two goodbyes
Or having found the truth of not being loved by you.
You know this love of mine, dearest,
     You know how to breathe. You know that I need you.
This hyacinthine sky does not appear reasonless,
Neither your body, your eyes, which swayed me towards love,
     For you are one, my love, only, so I believe in fate.
But when you go and then return
And then decide to go again, it is then,
That my hand was certain of your farewell
     And like that picture that slipped off of your fingers,
Consequently, I have forgotten you so sudden,
So fast, in fact, so swift that my heart
Does not leap towards yours anymore,
     Nor my lips lower for that kiss.
And this is where I'm sure
That this must be goodbye,
     This must be our fate,
          Apart, alive, asunder.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

The rain will fall anyway...

Your heart will beat...
...anyway.

Keep crying.
You are only hurting,
Because True Love...
...is selfless.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

''And as tomorrows move forward,
yesterdays...are uncertain.'', he said.

''But our love...is yesterday.'', she said.
''It never ends.''*

© 2014 J.S.P.

I breached the bridge
Between your *******.
Find me there.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Explore the outer space,
Like poets
     Are not yet there.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

We kissed apart that there were smiles.
We smiled so close then there's a kiss.
We kissed too close, there was a burn.
We smiled, too far, it was goodbye.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

He was repeatedly submerged
In the water. It lasted days, nights,
Week, but they could not get
A different answer: "No... NO. NO!!!"
He's flesh-- all worn-blue.
And then, eventually, they--
They stopped. Poor thing.

Dead.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

Cross those arms, love...
Cup, uncover,
Surrender,
What is human of you
To wow me.

I like...
...knowing you...more.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

Our love was—
Tragedy, somewhere,
     In Edvard Munch's
          The Scream.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

The Sun had an arrow
That could pierce through the Moon, but,
Withdrawn, disintegrated
     Into stars.

And such is our love—
A close one, a closing one,
A consolation,
An exchange
     Of well-wishes.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

...is a red sock...
...hanging.

© 2014 J.S.P.

Mount me by the belly...
...and take a stolen shot.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

Between lovers, I shall stand
To hinder, not the vows but my heart
For my love will drift only in closer truth,
     Thus, with pain it is absolute.

My tears, I shall let them fall
For a drop will burden me,
Free myself from wanting still,
     Rest my eyes with certainty.

I think, in dreams, she shall visit,
Her simple smiles I will recall,
But I won't ponder on the sweetest
     For it's most painful of them all,

For that glow is what I cannot,
     Nay, what I'll never bring.
It is what both of them share,
Which I envy now,
And which I know, somehow,
     Proves that I'm triumphant,

For it's my duty, my purpose,
To bring her
     To a better place.

     Farewell, then, my love.
          Farewell.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

''But beds...
...are not really for the tired.'',
she said.

© 2014 J.S.P.

Should a star learn to hurt another
     Without hurting itself,
As I, for one, am also capable,
Know, that to begin with, before the impact
Or little lightyears back,
We were not from different constellations.
We are still the same,
     Portenting love.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Love...

It felt like beautiful cancer,
Said the cancer survivor.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

The cream...
...of this craft.*

© 2011 J.S.P.

I wonder if goodbye will come,
If I say hello as often as I could.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

I want to bathe with our lips in the sea of our kisses,
Luring out the young laughter from the depths of your soul,
Lather the thin foam of the blue poem that is a rose sometimes,
And reconcile your senses to a deep sadness, to the ways of its touch
As though to fish for the ripple, for the boot of your heart,
And wade out your breast, your chest, your tenderness,
Drown fragile towards you, in you, as a piece,
The center, a bait for your blossomlove.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

May you not weep like
Flowers of the morning.
May you be glad like
One rare evening
Accepting
All the loneliness in me,
Which no static star
Has ever carried,
Wishing, still,
For true love.

I only ask...
...to be remembered.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

No is your best...
...yes, yet.

And I...respect that.

© 2014 J.S.P.

...stars,
hair,
breaths...

...as farewells.

© 2014 J.S.P.

pouting of the lips
to the wind to the bottle
to the moonplum of this sky
     then back
          because you miss me.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

I thumbed...
...the tears away.

© 2014 J.S.P.

Let January be itself,
And us, the month to follow.*

© 2015 J.S.P.