Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.

I unzip your back and expected,
Anticipated
No goose, nor bump.
No loose passion, no pause,
Nor hesitation.
No wings. No angel.
But I look into you,
Your flesh, your curves
And respected your tired soul.
I shall move, slow, and consider
The new moon.
I'll only kiss, kiss, kiss,
Breathe and pressure the old weight
And the tension away.
I bare you and I unravel the illusion,
The galleries, the ateliers
Of mysteries
Or the path to a naked star.
I embrace you
Just as an answer
To a query.
We shall be together, a reverie,
Entwined.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

It was raining today just like yesterday and the day before that
It will rain tomorrow just like today and the day after tomorrow

Describing how you feel after 3 am
When everything in the world gets a little darker
Never was and never will be an easy thing to do
Unspoken words en hidden secrets will come out
After 3 am everything in the world is a little different

Some people open their hearts and speak their minds
Others will break down, give themselves more tigerstripes
she speaks with the demons and dances with the angels

In the end it doesn't matter what you do after that
All I care about is that after 3 am you will be still here
And I can hear your heart beat against mine, I can hear you breath

Because everything what happens after 3 am
Will be our secret and if you are still here in the morning
I just need you to know that I couldn’t be more prouder.

Will you take back those phone calls and the texts you used to send?
Take back the "I love you's" at two a.m?

Will you take my heart when it's been beaten and suffering from abuse?  
Sew it back together and watch the blood still pour out over you?

Will you take back the kisses and hugs you would steal in the middle of the night?
The way you'd wrap your legs around mine and hold my body so tight?

Take my memories, take my heart and just let me die.
Because I'd rather be a "me" if there can't be a "you & I ".

Even if my rib cages confined my heart away from you
Your ability to make it melt
would let my love drip through to you.

hello, love
if you are reading this
I miss being excited to see the new poem that you posted
so if you wouldn't mind
post those poems you are keeping to yourself
unless you don't want to
I completely understand
I just love the feeling of being lost in your words
this isn't even a poem
just a medium to talk to you whenever you see it

When all thoughts
Are exhausted
I slip into the woods
And gather
A pile of shepherd’s purse.