I fear you're dead
long gone, away from it all.
I long to hear you, see you..
But even in the night my fears
don't hide.
And with those fears, I can no
longer hear your name
whispered in the wind.
Perhaps them is it me,
Praying for a soul who
isn't real?

Passion,
to light the fire,
to swim in the words
from your mouth.
Oh it's something about
you.
How you make me want
to melt and sink into the
walls of forever with you.

There was a time I fell
for a girl,
So beautiful she was in
her brokenness.
So far from innocence,
as she clinged to the idea
of love in the arms of another.
Oh she was angel, my
angel of sin, but to kiss her
a sin I wished.
And to her I was her
peace in the sheets,
when the darkness
creeped in.

Count, my friend. Make them count.
Limit your words to ten, or less,
As though to conceal a panorama
Of thoughts inside a dreamcatcher,
Or the stars to a wallflower, I wonder,
If you infuse all flavors that there is, altogether,
On her doubled lip of plum, the herbs of your country,
An Asia of spices squandering her mouth,
Will she smile? Hunger is key
To her heart. Use it.

Rhyme, my friend, toy with the galaxies,
Unleash the behavior of a predator, an annihilator,
Ready to swallow the moon for her love,
And burn the Venuses of the Universe,
Her doubts, her insecurities.

Blind her with the imagery of love, her true self,
For love is blind, and is yet to see the light
That she emanates. My friend, flatter her
With the colors she was deprived of.

And then, slowly, unbridle your soul, your spirit,
The white mares of your chariot. I say, set foot
To your heart, my friend, and set your self free.
The constraint of words is the constraint
Of affection. It is to chain the Divine
To the old, old pillars of ambiguities.
     Remember that.

For it is with an I love you
That you write the poem of love, my friend,
     On her wrists, waist, her chest.

          Now, tell her that.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

The taste you leave
After you run away
leaving me,
alone in a haze.
Its like fire in my veins
A burning desire.
And everytime I reach for you
It's like grabbing smoke
I wish I could be done with you
Wash you away
Then maybe then
When the numbness sets in
and I fade,
then can I  finally breath