As love is

         the sweet rain
                             trickling voice of November

Is words in all proportion

                              whispered solely
in one ear to melt what candles once were

Is creeping to recognition - Imbued
                              all colours and shades

perched swinging like hammock

                              so still
in constellation of snow flakes

                              hand over hand
under shelter of warmth

                              a glowing challenge
in every soft shuffle
                              closer in dreams and mirrors

Is all around us
                             invisible blanket

To tongue, to teeth
                             exploding iris
blooms in fraction
                             as all beliefs belong as one

Is love, is love
                             the world over

Singing, is singing - Is love

The smooth velvet umbrella
                             each leaf free of rain
running through patient spines
                             dripping downward

as if gravity invented, in purity - This moment
                             for our vision

How nature becomes and begets

                             in bloom growth of light
planted on trampled stars
                             is birth, is birth, is sunrise

breathing the ancient hue

                             Is first steps of life.

when the rain is your only best friend-
she taps on the window-
a lover you can drink-
a lover most welcome.

Your sigh roars in my ear as your shudder under my hands rocks my core.

There's something about
that new weatherlady

in her form-fitting dress
not too short or so long

she's got that Kardashian
thang going on

******* like cumuli

waiting on a strong
Southern breeze
to stir up a warm front.

:)

I'd swim there
forever,
in those delicate waters,
shimmering,
basking
in your elegance,
cascading
from
the pool in the small of your back,
down between
the beauty
of your womanhood,
in your succulence,
I'd dive.

If there is a God,
my God
is a **** brunette.
Doe eyes,
stunning violet,
dark with eyeliner.

Star tattoos
twinkle on her face,
shooting across the skies

of her cheeks. A lower
lip piercing
accentuates

the **** curve
of her pouty lips.
Her lithe body,

also inked,
golden from the sun.
She smokes Camels,

sunlit smoke glowing
as it pours from her lips.
She’d ask me to join her

every time
she went outside
to have one,

grinning when she exhales.
I believe already.
My God.

Water lilies, libidinous lover boys, on the sly
circles her naked body, impertinently
while she unaware of this, swim and play
in her water-crazy, noisy country girl self
in this enclosure of ***** pines wildly in bloom,
She's happy for being shielded from prying looks
of rowdy village boys, adept in disrobing her with their eyes
  
Enamored, the lilies, white, blue and purple
inebriated all, by drinking the nubile beauty
limitless all along,under the  level of water
and above, breached all the reserves,
ahamelessly sevoured her saucy proximity
til she left when the dusk, shed saffron all over.
        Yet in her innocence she would think,
"Poor darlings,how much did they suffer, as I
splashed and broke the calm of the pond all evening"

The music in the library was you,
My saving symphony, a silent movie,
That Jason Reeves song which
Never fails to wow me,
A whisper,
     A ***** whisper,
The ancient sound of a page's
Turning, a bell-ringing
From the ***** icecream vendors
Of my humble Homeland,
Or the comfy sound
      Of an oven-toaster.

I was enchanted
     To meet you.

Had you not come to me, love-ling,
And fling the old cobwebs away
From the bore of a book called
Moby ****
     Which my life was,
Then all the dust of the Earth,
Of the shelf, of my flesh
Would have gathered
In me, burying the papyrus,
The scroll, a fragility—
     My heart,
          My ever-lost.

Time ticked like a man clambering,
An ambulance, a clocktower
     Pierced through the chest, the soul,
          The spirit.

But your eyes sang, songstress.
My spirit hoped.
Your body leaned,
     Communed.
        
     Your ear
          Touched my ear—
           A melody, a harmony,
               An embrace.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

The kettle started boiling
as our clothes fell to the floor
that little whistle blowing
as we sought each others love
you grasped, I probed
so willingly
we both fell to the floor
locked in sweet ecstasy
lust pushed love out the door