empty bottle filled
sun-dapple prisms through glass
light as air to breathe*




.

inkblot butterflies
frolic and chase each other
therapist's couch melts*




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His indefatigable bones
Spirited, unearthened—
     A valiant effort
          To immortality.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

Red leaves land
From a treehouse, through the wind,
     For this whisper,
While the earth buoys the waters,
     And the waters—stars,
As we lip all silence that there is,
     Together.
    
          This is how we kiss.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

No bras this Friday, just scent,
Reviviscent, the eau de toilette,
Her *******, her dress, the pouring rain.

     My hands are...
                    ...cupped.
     No sunny day.
          No fire better.
     My touch, too, was a changing weather.

     So this is how I warm
          Her heart.*

© 2015 J.S.P.