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Jeffrey Pua Dec 2014
An old,
High
Telephone bill.*

© 2014 J.S.P.
Writer's Block
Jeffrey Pua Dec 2014
Do not lead this finger...
...to your tongue.

It...excites.*

© 2014 J.S.P.
Writer's Block
Jeffrey Pua Nov 2014
Pealing,
Poking,
Patrolling...
...Her...
...with eyes...

...like a busy snail.*

© 2014 J.S.P.
Jeffrey Pua Nov 2014
Reach her.
Her soul is letting down
Her liquid hair.*

© 2014 J.S.P.
Jeffrey Pua Nov 2014
Only accept what you cannot give.
Only expect what you can't receive.
Love is kind and marvelous. Believe.
You made me believe, love.
You made me. We need not
Answer why-s.

The past sorted out the stars tonight.
The same auspicious stars will arrange
The moments for tomorrow.
The same boat of time will be
Old enough for fireflies and
Crescent moons, somewhere,
On a majestic river in Bohol.

This spoon, this fork, this red
Straw on clear, perspiring glass of
Red tea, this ill-fated receipt,
The wooden tables and chairs
With uneven leg-lengths,
Those couples over there,
The lamps, the crew, the ambiance,
The long line at counter number 3,
The clock, that classic clock,
Especially, knows that--
That I love you. I love you,
Because you showed me how.*

© 2014 J.S.P.
Jeffrey Pua Nov 2014
She exploded
Into onomatopeias
As lions tickle...
...from waist down.*

© 2014 J.S.P.
Jeffrey Pua Nov 2014
You can't completely hate.
You burn photos...
...from the corner.*

© 2014 J.S.P.
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