Drunk With A Fire Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I am drunk as drunk
With that hazy stare:
A cultivated flame,
A windstruck inception
Adjacent to the sea.
Fluttering, like a celestial body
Carrying the pace
Of the waves soldered
To the weight of the lamentation
Of the trenches in their
Own dark territories.

The sea’s davenport basted
By the silhouette of your illuminated
Porcelain – your pillars are chained
With corporeal scorn and splendor
Like how the waves skid upon
The naked shorelines and back
Again, drawn to the hearth of the sea;
Groveling upon the deepest of wells,
Blundering upon lifeless stones,
Forlorn in this Mediterranean breach
Between the scorching sand
And the crystalline waters..

I am drunk as drunk -
A soliloquized state
A martyred fable
Soul meets body, whole and wan
There, the sea sets in;
A battalion of inebriation
Making love to my lonely structures
An aquatic conflagration
As the sea and I
Are one.