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

© 2015 J.S.P.

''Why...is a silly question.''*

© 2014 J.S.P.

Love me by that glow, love me
By not loving me, love me only
When you're not doing so,
     And I'd stop loving you day by day.

Do not bargain for that kiss.
Do not count the times,
Nor the ways that lead to it.
Do not hide behind your lips, your curves.
     Be that light risen from you,
          Do not be the shadow.

Don't even tell me that your love
Is something that you carry, nor
     It is the Moon that changes over time,
For it would break me, knowing
That you have lost it,
     For it would change me over time.

My love, know
That what I ask of you
Is love. So please
Be that love,
     Please...*

          Just be You.

© 2015 J.S.P.

Play with her,
All of her,
Her,
Except her heart.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Blow...
...
...
...
...
...the dice of Love.

© 2014 J.S.P.

If love's really blind,
     I hope the cupid won't miss.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

The italics of my poetry
Leans only to your soul.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

...dizzy guys...
...with pet names.

© 2014 J.S.P.

Let us count...
...the numbers backwards,
and make life...
...count.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

Should snow and dandelions cross,
I might stop loving you.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

The last...
...creak...
...of swings.

© 2014 J.S.P.

If love is blind,
Then memories serve
As its blindfolds.

© 2014 J.S.P.

But it is when I kiss you
That I rush the poem of love,

And the righteous time delays
Its clockwork move,

And all the writers, old and new,
Write to agree with me.

Only when I kiss you...

When you begin...
     ...to kiss me back.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Oftentimes, the Universe, even,
Can't make sense
     Out of stars.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

These sunken faces
In frolicking water
Cannot bring her back.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Finally...
Someone who kisses
For air
And not for water!

© 2014 J.S.P.

There is no afterlife...
...for those who did not live*,
Said the Butterfly
In his last days.

And I agree.

© 2015 J.S.P.

This poem is open grave,
A closing sky,
     The oblivion.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

An old,
High
Telephone bill.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

Let me undress you...
...from wound to wound...
...to soul.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Nobody stares at female eyes
And looks unto his past:
You're looking at your future,
Otherwise, you'd just glance,
Or look at her feet, tilted,
Glamorous, as though
They're reaching
An improbable kiss.

Well I am nobody tonight,
And I've said too much adjectives
By not speaking too much.
And too much is okay
As long as she's the gilded one,
Bearing it all in one light,
Not casting shadows on me
But leaving me blinded.

If love is not blind,
Then what else would be?
But I look at her with love,
And I look forward.

I've grown a rose on my chest
By being patient,
And cleared my throat too much
For cough that won't come.
I could have walled my back
Forever, but tonight
Love...is looking back.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

The spaces...
...between...

...between her fingers, toes,
*******...

...the Spaces...*

© 2015 J.S.P.

If we can finally hear ourselves,
Because we like to talk, would we be
Asking questions or give answers?

I know I've been asked like this before.
And I fear for the answer I might say.

For we listen to the movement,
The current, not water, not time,
Not ever, yet we respond
     Like a ripple.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

If so, this earnestness requited be,
That as I move the mountains this, then that,
Your eyes, they turn to me,
To ignore the world for coffee cups,
For clumsy poetry,
And then, to listen closely,

Then consider this poet gone,
A word ahead from you,
A blank page behind,
To sweet, sudden silences—
A kiss, a dot, and are ellipses,

For when I love you,
Because you make me want to,
You wring the clothes of my heart,
The high sun is wet,
And I have nothing left to hide.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

I will become water,
Bearing the ocean
Of her colors.

© 2014 J.S.P.

This blue train of thought
Would not halt for her.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

You are one-thing short
Of Everything...

You do not love me.

© 2010 J.S.P.

Their eyes...
...will fail them.

© 2014 J.S.P.

Believe me, pal.
When she says zip,
It means unzip.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

The sands know patience,
And waves know passion,
Nobody knows.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

A lifetime, to answer,
     Which is bigger,
          Fate
          Or Hope?*

© 2015 J.S.P.

The science of stars
Fell deeper
     Within her heart's religion.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

We are the grey area;
We write for our space.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

How I've seen brown,
Blue, green
     Suns
     In simple women!*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Blue shadows,
Risen from my heart,
     Set to find you.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

She alone will understand
Why the word star in my poetry
     Will never be well put,
Why the colors and the setting change,
And how her name
Does not ring the same,
She alone, where we, she
     Alone.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Are those who does not hope,
Does not, also, love?*

© 2015 J.S.P.

How I've longed
To kiss your heartbeats
     Into the open...*

© 2015 J.S.P.

It started off as though to say:
I love you.

But then I'm learning, and adapting,
And deceiving, and becoming,
And beginning...
...to be bad at it.

What a strange feeling!*

© 2014 J.S.P.