Windsor Guadalupe Jr
Clenched Vesper - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
If only I could pirouette
Like a celestial body upon your orbits,
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?
Until I looked into your eyes like windows
Leading to my room.
I saw a child,
Yet I wish to remain there
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