Windsor Guadalupe Jr

(April 28,1992 / Philippines)

Clenched Vesper


If only I could pirouette
Like a celestial body upon your orbits,
I would
And coil the night into day,
And transmute day not into night
But into a lasting dew-clad dawn.
And there, we would breathe through the glass
And cut ourselves using the serrated grass
So I could dab your wounds and kiss the pain
Away into obscurity -
I keep you like the sand that remained
As I clench my fist and my soul -
Have you seen one?
A clenched soul?
I haven’t
Until I looked into your eyes like windows
Leading to my room.
I saw a child,
Chained.
Slavered.
Tortured.
Enamori ng.
Hoping.
Star-crossed
And resolute.
Yet I wish to remain there
Everlong.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, November 30, 2011
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