Confidences Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I saw you
In crowded rooms amid
The congested city of Manhattan.
The city was supercilious
Because of the lights that were superfluous.

I saw you inside
Crowded rooms.
With a gentle smirk on your face.

And if these rooms run out of patrons,
Of time, and of minutiae

I’d enjoy the desolation
With you.

Even the roof beams go down on us,
The bottles tossed towards our bodies
In a fandango of evading them,
I’d endure.

Even if the doors close on us,
And, the moon descends only
To drink the waters out of the sea
And leave them cold and desiccated
I’d take photographs of you
In it.

Even if the speeding cars lacerate
My skin as I walk with you
At the sidewalks,
With the blaring of horns
Piercing my ears,

As long as you show me
How to live
And die the laudable way,

Then I’d endure.