A Woman Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Do you know a woman?
By the breadth of her heart,
The porcelain of her wrist
Or the sequins of her skin?
Tell me, do you know?

Do you know
That when she is dead
In a mad silence,
A bedlam of inhibitions
Surrounds her pillars,
Maims her paces,
Stultifies her elegance
And putrefacts her dreams?

In her sleep,
Do you touch her thighs?
Her cavernous wonders?
I’d rather
Take little photographs
Than submerge myself
In her luscious waters -

Do you know a woman
In a quivering height
That taints her palette dark
And glum?
The sum of her parts
Is the stars of the nebulous tapestry.
The fault of her daylights
Is the water by the seams
That drowns the glaze of
The embers that sleep.

You need not festoon yourself
With jewelry, the Sun,
The macabre of the soiree -
Present yourself
In your quaint, simple dress
And there,
I’d take you
To the empire I have
Created solely
For you.