Pelvis withdraws.

The tongue...
...wins.

© 2014 J.S.P.

Poets
Are doting fishermen
Who lets go
Of the fish.

© 2014 J.S.P.

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

© 2014 J.S.P.

True love
Is a wanderer
Who refuses
To go back.

© 2014 J.S.P.

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

© 2014 J.S.P.

Believing Everything...
...is Knowing Lying.

© 2014 J.S.P.

Beyond my I love you lies
An I love you too,
Or sad poetry.
I write what I cannot have
Or what I cannot keep.

I go from loving to losing you
And both. I go from pain to
Odd pain then to forgetting,
And beyond that-
Pain even. But hope
Is always there.

The sun sets, not for the moon
But for tomorrow; Love leaves
Not for pain, but for love.
Pain never leaves.
Love always comes back.
Love comes back better.
Pain disintegrates.

Beyond sad poetry
Is romantic poetry.
Beyond poetry is reality.
Beyond everything else,
Good and bad,
Is you.

And You are far better...
...than an I love you too.

© 2013 J.S.P.