Dissonant Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I trudged the shores
And the sea reeked of
The salty eclair.
I am reminded of days
Beside the sea,
Underneath the sand
Of time
Of a climactic flame
And a tempestuous asylum -

She talked of love.
She sighed at 3: 45 in the morning
When all the stars are fast asleep.

Don’t talk to me,
Nor say anything about how desolate
You are
Or how you love
In a pernicious splendor.

You sent me underneath
The scorching finicky Sun.

We have all been stolen
From our niches.
When you do this,
You pluck me out of
My sleep
You incarcerate
The dreams I have.

Come to a halt,
Brazen lass.
Seal the lips shut.

For

Even the sound of it,
Love.
Reminiscences.
Musing over the
Wretched waters.
You have created
A strange dissonance
That makes me ache.
It disgusts me.