The italics of my poetry
Leans only to your soul.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Her warm spirit elopes with her singing,
Sometimes, to kiss,
     Kiss, kiss,
          My ear.*

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Let me undress you...
...from wound to wound...
...to soul.*

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You blew me, simply, into motion,
Like pinwheel,
     Like fire.*

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These sunken faces
In frolicking water
Cannot bring her back.*

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Let January be itself,
And us, the month to follow.*

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Play with her,
All of her,
Her,
Except her heart.*

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I love her C-s and O-s,
Her zeroes,
Her parentheses.*

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Believe me, pal.
When she says zip,
It means unzip.*

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I wonder if goodbye will come,
If I say hello as often as I could.*

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Nobody stares at female eyes
And looks unto his past:
You're looking at your future,
Otherwise, you'd just glance,
Or look at her feet, tilted,
Glamorous, as though
They're reaching
An improbable kiss.

Well I am nobody tonight,
And I've said too much adjectives
By not speaking too much.
And too much is okay
As long as she's the gilded one,
Bearing it all in one light,
Not casting shadows on me
But leaving me blinded.

If love is not blind,
Then what else would be?
But I look at her with love,
And I look forward.

I've grown a rose on my chest
By being patient,
And cleared my throat too much
For cough that won't come.
I could have walled my back
Forever, but tonight
Love...is looking back.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

Some answers are locked...
...so that there may be room for faith.

This I believe.*

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Her whisper drew spirals in my mind,
On my pelvis.
She was a cunning...
...hurricane.*

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Love doesn't hold.
It carries.*

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Those hands,
Cleaned with our clothes,
Washed with the rice,
Rough like these days
Are feet that kept me going.*

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There is no afterlife...
...for those who did not live*,
Said the Butterfly
In his last days.

And I agree.

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May you not weep like
Flowers of the morning.
May you be glad like
One rare evening
Accepting
All the loneliness in me,
Which no static star
Has ever carried,
Wishing, still,
For true love.

I only ask...
...to be remembered.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

The rain will fall anyway...

Your heart will beat...
...anyway.

Keep crying.
You are only hurting,
Because True Love...
...is selfless.*

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Time was a pure drop of infinity
From her eye. Time.
When it moved, everything else did.
Music reached me. My soul—
Resurfaced. Come the flesh.
Come the shadow.
Her smile was light.
I was blood pouring over.
I was noticeably inlove.

Time. The Grandfather's Clock.
The pendulum of my heart. Time.
What a cruel alarm!
What vast silence! Time.
I stopped living before, for once,
I know, because—
Because pain stopped chasing me. I
Know, because I'm existing now,
For it has finally caught me.
My heart—hanging
Like an old dreamcatcher.
And one can only whistle hard
Just to stop the crying.

Here's a night like no other:
The cool fire of the Universe
Made its way into me, a certain
Cold I haved likened my soul into.
I miss her more than I remember her,
Like they are two opposite things.
The stars would weep stars.
The moon shapeshifts. The cicadas—
Courting one another.
And I miss her.

Oh, if darkness could only blur
The things that I know
And will never know!

I would give everything to the Sun,
If only it could give back the orbits
The revolutions of the World, hoping
Against all hopes, just to be with her.*

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If we will be together, like
Together Together, she said,
How do you intend
To propose for marriage?

Well, I don't know, he said.
But I cannot be, desolately be
With a woman who chooses
Romance over mystery.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

Each time we kiss...

Each time we kiss, and selves
Are not selves, and the
Pie is warm, and the
Shake is cold, and the
Toes are arched, and
Pain is love, the Earth
Suckles at the Universe.

Each time we kiss...

Each time we kiss, and the
Doors are partly closed, and the
Penguins mate, and the
Blankets unfold, and a
Star shoots star, and Time
Is waltz, the Earth
Suckles at the Universe.
Hard.

Perhaps, each time...
...we kiss.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

When you sneeze,
Pick a number,
And say: ''10''.

'Coz we are
Thinking...
...of you.*

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Jesse, I am already tiptoeing
With my tap shoes on.

Here is your 'i love you' poem:

''I love you.''*

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There they fall—
In a line— ordering
Some greasy stuff.

And here I wait—
Table 6— falling further...
...in love.*

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The side of her neck...
Her *****...
The ribs...
...below.

O stars,
Godspeed to me.*

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I am wind, sound.
I am echo.
I am...avalanche.*

© 2015 J.S.P.