petal frills and perfumed lace
roses vie for twirling space
each crimson face,
each quiet grace
does turn upon the silent stage
like a tide, an empty page
and sings in wordless ways

                               *"Beauty awaits, beauty awaits"

she swept in the sea with a glance
stirred up the sand with a dance
and shells were her nails
bright hair, unfurled sails
to carry herself on the wind

Hot coffee
Cigarette buts
Sugar cubes
Plastic cups
Lay there
Beside us

As - I got high on her lips
She - ran her fingers through my hair
Left - me more alive than ever.

We were breathing
As slow as we could
Hoping to slow
Time down with us
Hoping to be
There forever

As - long as we stayed
She - forgot about the world
Left - *me more loved than ever.

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

......

Exactly.
     We don't know.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

"Its just a room."
She scribbles her secrets on the walls  
And piles up her whinings on the floor

"Its off limits."
But somehow he always finds a way in
Every **** time

"Nothing much to see here."
But he doesn't leave
No matter how boringly stuffed it gets

"Its not even real."
But with the two of them in there
It feels more real than reality itself.

You left me.
why can't i leave you?

..
     Friday's not a day.

                           Its a feeling.
                                                      .­.