Ask what fate is to dandelions,
For I am clumsy, loving you,
Peeking when was asked to dream,
Glad seeing you.

I am no cloud, no air, no wind,
And balloons have long fled from my wrist
Touching the convoluted power lines somewhere
In the rural south of my country.
But I hold your hand with my hand, so light,
Like the line of a kite, too high to make a run for,
That I cannot state with words, with poems
What's so heavenly about it
Or without it that is about you, except
As such, this mutual touch.

I chased a single drop
Not knowing what will hit me.
I'm drenched, soaked all over.
Rain poured down, heavily.
I gain what's unexpected,
And love...is undeserved.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Time forgets progression
Every time you move and dress,
And cover yourself with silk, satin, lace,
     With hooks and garters,
With garments and clothing
Starting from small, tight and light
To large and loose,
     And soft and cottony,
That I can almost feel everything
     In my mouth, my tongue, yet
You are all too smooth to me,
Elegant, sophisticated, a walking flame,
That there's almost nothing there to touch
All red, white, all pink, all bloom,
     No flower nor petal,
All root, all stem, all fruit,
All pollens and butterflies, and juice,
All juice, all round, all curved,
     All bare, all time.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

We kissed apart that there were smiles.
We smiled so close then there's a kiss.
We kissed too close, there was a burn.
We smiled, too far, it was goodbye.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

With all mirth,
With all despair,
I shall leave you
My last verses.

It's in my sweetest intent
That I would share this when I die,
When I'm as open as I could over be,
When death itself is no longer death
But true love.

When I lay, when I'm alone,
When high-noon calls for me,
And in an instant, a bird
Sends the shade with its wings,

I do not know if you're the Sun.
I do not know if it's your summer kiss.
I do not know if you are someone
Who truly cares for me.

Now, I'm freeing my mind
From all the metaphors
That are known to me,
Simply because I do not know,
Hardly, because—
Because I wanted to say this
Plainly:

That I love you
And always will...
...forever...

          ...since forever.

© 2015 J.S.P.

Regardless of the pain
And the manner that I could let it show,
Or those crowded buses,
That could have passed to cause delay,
     A heart still leans away.
It has to be taken far
From it's last scene,
     Forever.
     Your heart should lean away.

I take it madly here within me.
I would hold your escaping hand,
Though its phantom would mock me,
     **** me with its slow release.
Our first promises wander now,
And are to be found in new lovers like
Pups, like cygnets, like old nets
     Drowning in their love.

In this suffering, love, of then
And our future, faith and memory,
Your silence will come, storming
Into me. I will be riddled
     Past your shadowy goodbye.

And I will move,
A tired flame leaning into the shores,
     Glowing like embers all over the land.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

I can imagine staircases already
From her legs up,
The sassy strut divine
     Of deities descending,

Her curvatures, delight,
Carefully cascading, lather me
As hands on her hands, as fingers,
     Or *****, my spirit.

I am nowhere near my mind
Within her mind,
The clauses of her mind, this flower.
     O her oblivious flower, opened, bare and all.

I can hear it all already, all,
Her steps deceptive,
The pleasant cries and onomatopoeias,
     A princess or a pheasant somewhere,
     Surrendering, the grin
          Of suffering.

I can sense it, feel it, peal it from our canvasses,
Which were carcasses for so long, taste it,
O sweet molasses,
     Which intimacies were hers,
          Were mine.

We're mine alone.*

© 2015 J.S.P.