My words are empty.
They are once filled...
...within me.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

Cygnets...
...walking...
...on egg shells.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

As I draw your lips near,
Embracing all adversities,
Keeping true a premise,
Let us not set a feeling free.
Let us hold it tight perfected,
Together, like burning suns
Imploding, as final bursts
Of energies, a theory,
A star rid of infinities.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

''We should not speak
In turns.'', she said.
''Kiss me.''*

© 2014 J.S.P.

Where your happiness
Meant being happy--
That is my home--
Anywhere.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

There are always new places
For our feet, always
Another,
Wearing out the shoes,
The veins, and soles.
I learned to love the world
From your waist down.
There is no end for travel.

We travel and travel more.
The buses fill, the jeepneys,
And the planes. The trains fill,
Terribly fill. Boracay fills.
And what a tedious postcard
This is,

When the whole point
Of the matter is this: that
We are bound, headed, destined
To someplace else,
Boundless, vast
And everlasting--
A non-lifetime--

Which pretty much answers
Why love does not return.
I think that love could,
But must not return.
And I will carry you on,
You,
On my back,
Just to prove it.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

The universe is unnamed.
Time keeps forgetting his birthday.
Wind, fire, water, stars--
Shaped in our favor.

But when I love you,
You are a curve in a thumbprint.
When I love you, I am me.*

© 2014 J.S.P.